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Inside a burning house, this thing is best to make. And best to make it quickly, before the fire's too much to take.
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand, and a stone in my throat.
In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
It is an arctic double breasted formal wear.
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?