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Not born, but from a Mother's body drawn. I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old. Then valued for my hardened gold.
A kind of weather that comes your way, but add a "D" and it will run away
Tall in the morning, short at noon, gone at night. But I'll be back soon.
Hands she has but does not hold. Teeth she has but does not bite. Feet she has but they are cold. Eyes she has but without sight.
Goes over all the hills and hollows. Bites hard, but never swallows.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?