| I quietly sit and wait until someone moves my plate. By then, it’s much too late and nothing will escape the destruction I create because I am now awake. Sorry, but you can’t close my gate. My wrath you cannot sedate. I’m not picky about what I take. But, this promise I do make, I always give back a rebate. It’s best if you leave in great haste, because next it’s you that I’ll taste! |
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| ‘m the smallest of my kind, no doubt about that; Compared to my brothers, I seem like a rat. It’s awfully cold here, with poisonous snow. My name came from a god, a god with great might; What am I? |
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| I constantly collide into all the others, The only one of 16 without colors. Associated with English and banking and breaking, The answer is right there for the taking. |
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| I have three sisters, and all of us are mothers. My sister Kay has two nephews and three nieces. My sister Jane has one nephew and three nieces. My sister Belle has one nephew and five nieces. I have one daughter. How many nephews and nieces do I have? |
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| My creator is a mystery, One that’s set in stone. My origins, my history, Still totally unknown. Tests of time I’ve had to face, Was I a calendar, a tomb, a shrine? |
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