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Sometimes I annoy you, sometimes you can't live without me. But no matter how hard you try, you can't destroy me. What am I?
What gets wetter as it dries?
Six letters do my name compound; among the aged oft I'm found; The shepherd also by the brook hears me when Leaning on his crook; but in the middle me divide and take the half on either side each backward read a liquor tell ev'ry gay toper knows it well.
The more it dries, the wetter it becomes. What is it?
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?