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I drift forever with the current down these long canals they’ve made, Tame, yet wild, I run elusive Multitasking to your aid. Before I came, the world was darker, colder, sometimes, rougher, true. But though I might make living easy, I’m good at killing people too.
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
In buckles or lace, they help set the pace. The farther you go, the thinner they grow.
It is able to speak because it has a hard gone. You know what it is as soon as it has sung. What is it?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?