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It is worldwide, but once only a spider could weave one
I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really care, because time is of the essence.
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
A red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when it is touched.
What points the way without a hand. It floats on water but exists on land?
Why was the cook arrested?