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I run smoother than any rhyme I love to fall but cannot climb.
What is the musical part of a turkey?
The thunder comes before the lightning, which comes before the cloud. The rain dries all the land it touches, wrapping the earth in a blood red shroud. What am I?
What can you catch but not throw?
Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony, for others I am relief! What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?