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My first is a heir; My second's a snare; my whole is the offspring of fancy; which I sent out of play upon Valentine's day As a token of love to my Nancy.
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
I am one with eight to spare, lest I lose my one. I'm not a number. What am I?
What has 3 feet but no toes?
I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear. What am I?
Whatโs a carpetโs favorite sport?