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Searing 'cross the pitchΒ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
RUGBY = 9, TENNIS = 14, FOOTBALL = 12, HOCKEY = 16, SWIMMING = ?
A mighty weapon in the war against winged household pests.
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
What has six faces and twenty-one eyes?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?