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Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep. Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.
We hurt without moving. We poison without touching. We bear the truth and the lies. We are not to be judged by our size.What are we?
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.
What word is the same written forward, backward and upside down?
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?