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I climb higher when hot, But beware my rage, I’ll kill with a breath, If I can escape my cage
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
I can travel from there to here by disappearing, and here to there by reappearing.
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
Where humans breath liquid?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?