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I am a seed with three letters in my name. Take away the last two and I still sound the same.
I have a little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard. Amidst a light brown grassy lawn with an outline of a green grass.
What goes up and down, but does not move?
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
I can be hairy and itchy all over. I hang on a stick. I can be the scariest thing you have ever seen. I stand in the middle of nowhere.
What is always coming but never arrives?