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With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme.
What has one eye but cannot see?
I am always in front of you, but you will never see me. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?