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I call the trees my home, yet I never go inside, and if I ever fall off the tree I will be surely be dead.
What goes up but never comes down?
If you happen to wake up at dawn, you'll probably find this covering the lawn.
I'm a ring of sliced onion dipped in batter and then deep fried.
They are toothy nocturnal immortals.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?