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You must keep this thing. Its loss will affect your brothers. For once yours is lost, it will soon be lost by others.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
The root tops the trunk on this backward thing, that grows in the winter and dies in the spring.
I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really care, because time is of the essence.
Blend a teapot shot so the pearlies won’t rot!
What language does a billboard speak?
Difficult
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?