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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.
By myself, I'm practically nothing. Worthless as a leader, but when I follow a group, their strength increases tenfold. What am I?
My first is high my second damp my whole a tie a writer's cramp.
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I am one with eight to spare, lest I lose my one. I'm not a number. What am I?
The profession of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton