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Though it be cold, I wear no clothes. The frost and snow I never fear. I value neither shoes nor hose and yet I wander far and near. What am I?
What can go up a chimney down but can’t go down a chimney up?
I have Eighty-eight keys but cannot open a single door.
I have cities without people forests without trees and oceans without water. What am I?
With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.