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My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
What five-letter word becomes shorter when you add two more letters?
Although my cow is dead, I still beat her What a racket she makes.
We are few to the wise; We are abundant to the drunken; We can calm the beast and are precious to the child; We can devour the heart, without piercing the skin
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.