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What can you catch but not throw?
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. What am I?
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt my merest touch brings laughter.
What seven letter word has hundreds of letters in it?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?