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In my yard there's a bed with no pillows a trunk with no clothes a branch with no leaves. What am I looking at?
I reach for the sky but clutch to the ground. Sometimes I leave but I am always around.
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
I run up and down the stairs without moving. What am I?
I am a little piece of paper, yet sometimes hold lots of value. I am all you need to get into big events, but will cost you. I am an important part of travel. And if lost, you're not coming. What am I?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.