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Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?
I scribble forms of the finest letter, And repel elements of the harshest weather. I am an arrow-aimer and a dust-breaker.
My first master has four legs, my second master has two. My first I serve in life, my second I serve in death. Tough I am, yet soft beside. Against ladies cheeks I often reside.
What tree that definitely grows does not have a shadow and does not grow fruit?
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.