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My life can be measured in hours. I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
What runs around all day. Then lies under the bed. With its tongue hanging out?
What bird can lift the heaviest weight?
I climb higher when hot, But beware my rage, I’ll kill with a breath, If I can escape my cage
What measures out time until in time all is smashed to it?
What can never be put in a saucepan?