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Weight in my belly trees on my back nails in my ribs feet I do lack.
You write on me and secrets I can keep in places never seen. I spin like a top. Though stiff as a board, I'm often described like a mop. What am I?
I am a fruit. If you take away the first letter of my name I become a crime. What am I?
If there is a bee in my hand, what is in my eye?
I'm very tempting so its said I have a shiny coat of red and my flesh is white beneath. I smell so sweet taste good to eat and help to guard your teeth.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk