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Autumn leaves and bad bowlers wreak havoc on this
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?
Five hundred begins it, five hundred ends it. Five in the middle is seen. First of all figures, the first of all letters. Take up their stations between. Join all together, and then you will bring before you the name of an eminent king.
I met a man and drew his name. He tipped his hat and played my game. What is his name?