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My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountains down.
What do you throw out when you need it but put away when you don’t?
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
What's black when you get it, red when you use it, and white when you're all through with it?
What do angels sing in the shower?