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My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
I am black when I am clean and white when I am dirty?
Forward Iām heavy, but backwards Iām not.
How can you tell when a mummy has a cold?