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I move without wings Between silken string I leave as you find My substance behind.
I am the noise Santa's reindeers make
Sometimes I fly as fast as the speed of light. Sometime I crawl as slow as a snail. Unknown until I am measured but you will certainly miss me when I’m gone.
No legs have I to dance, no lungs have I to breathe. No life have I to live or die, and yet I do all three. What am I?
I ask no questions but receive a lot of answers
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?