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What tastes better than it smells?
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
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.
What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?