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I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole. What am I?
My first is a heir; My second's a snare; my whole is the offspring of fancy; which I sent out of play upon Valentine's day As a token of love to my Nancy.
I go in dry and come out wet. The longer I stay in the stronger my surroundings get.
Some try to hide some try to cheat. But time will show we always will meet. Try as you might to guess my name. I promise you'll know when you I do claim.
Dead on the field lie ten soldiers in white killed by one blade yet there was no fight. What are they?
If I say "everything I tell you is a lie", am I telling you the truth or a lie?