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A young man wants to have me but when he has me he no longer wants me. Blade in hand he attacks me and does his best to remove me. Yet he knows that it is all in vain.
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red. What am I?
What can one catch that is not thrown?
What do you get when you mix lemons with gun powder?
I am bought by the yard but worn by the foot. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?