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It's been around for millions of years, but is never more than a month old. What is it?
Soft and fragile is my skin, I get my growth in mud. I’m dangerous as much as pretty, for if not careful, I draw blood.
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
What is pronounced like one letter, written with three letters. And belongs to all animals?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?