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Flat as a leaf, round as a ring; have two eyes, can't see a thing. What am I?
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
I produce wool and spit a lot
In my yard there's a bed with no pillows a trunk with no clothes a branch with no leaves. What am I looking at?
Better touch me before you proceed to second.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.