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I am higher than the king. What am I ?
Tear me off and scratch my head what once red is now black.
cats and deflation tires make this noise.
As I went over London Bridge I met my sister Jenny; I broke her neck and drank her blood and left her standing empty.
I can be any color you can imagine. You see me in everyday life. Look around, you can probably see some of me right now. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?