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Face with a tree, skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
A seed am I, three letters make my name. Take away two and I still sound the same.
What tastes better than it smells?
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within.
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?