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I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute. For my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
Salty water everywhere but not sea in sight.
If you count 20 houses on your right going to the store and 20 houses on your left coming home, how many houses did you count?