Answer:
My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
What weaves webs as they grow?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk
Two horses, swiftest traveling, harnessed in a pair, and grazing ever in places. Distant from them.
What has to be broken before it can be used?
What is 9 added to any number ending in 1