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I am made by nature soft as silk; A puffy cloud white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop.
I am always hungry I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
I am always in front of you, but yet I am never here. What am I?
I can't go left, I can't go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high. What am I?
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
A man goes out in heavy rain with nothing to protect him from it. His hair doesn't get wet. How does he do that?