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You hear me speak, for I have a hard tongue. But I cannot breathe, for I have not a lung. What am I?
With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
I can be repeated but rarely in the same way. I can't be changed but can be rewritten. I can be passed down, but should not be forgotten. What am I?
I go through a door but never go in, and never come out. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?