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From house to house I go, sometimes narrow, sometimes wide. Whether there's rain or snow, I always stay outside. What am I?
What room do ghosts avoid?
A hundred arms, a thousand fingers, but I have no eyes to see where I linger. What am I?
I can be hairy and itchy all over. I can be the scariest thing you have ever seen. I stand in the middle of nowhere, hanging on a stick. What am I?
When I am caught I am thrown away. When I escape you itch all day.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.