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I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
I start in little but I end in full, you'll find me in half and complete.
Where on earth do the ways always blow from the south?
What do you have in December that you don't have in any other month?
How can a pants pocket be empty and still have something in it?
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.