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My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
When the creeper passes, all the grass kneels
As light as a feather, but you can’t hold it for ten minutes.
Round as an apple, deep as a cup, and all the kings' horses can't fill it up. What is it?
My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?