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Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
The higher I climb, the hotter I engage. I cannot escape from my crystal cage.
This is rectangular, hollow and has a lid, and where you’ll find it you might wonder, it is just six feet under. What is it?
By the way, what never moves, wears shoes, sandals and boots, but has no feet?
I grow for a surface, even if you cut me. I continue to grow even after death.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?