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What weaves webs as they grow?
What types of words are these: madam, civic, eye, level?
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter.
I drift forever with the current down these long canals theyβve made, Tame, yet wild, I run elusive Multitasking to your aid. Before I came, the world was darker, colder, sometimes, rougher, true. But though I might make living easy, Iβm good at killing people too.
What did the baby corn say to its mother?