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Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
Plow and hoe, reap and sow, What soon does every farmer grow?
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
A certain wizard resided in a city made from this gemstone.
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
I start with T end with T and within me is T.