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My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
Voiceless it cries,Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.
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 kind of pet always stays on the floor?
What gets wet while drying?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?