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While I did live, I food did give, which many one did daily eat. Now being dead, you see they tread me under feet about the street.
This small creature kills even the largest one.
I live in the desert and have humps to store water. What am I?
He calls in the morning, the day to renew, if his owner gets hungry, he'll be turned to stew. What is he?
Known as a great deceiver, It is evil's incarnation, Once used for veneration, The root of all procreation. All you can do is shiver, When it begins to slither.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?