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I have hands but cannot clap. What am I?
My voice is tender my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
I stink in living but when dead smells good.
After you go through a fall, I will take over. All life will stall, or at least grow slower. What am I?
I am an activity involving pins flying in the air.
I am owned by Old McDonald.