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Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony, for others I am relief! What am I?
I have a hundred legs, but cannot stand. I have a long neck, but no head. I cannot see, and I'm neat and tidy, as can be. What am I?
As I went over London Bridge I met my sister Jenny; I broke her neck and drank her blood and left her standing empty.
My first half means container. Not a lot of people understand my language. What am I?
I can only be played on a windy day. What am I?
What did the baby corn say to its mother?