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My first is twice in apple but not once in tart. My second is in liver but not in heart. My third is in giant and also in ghost. Whole Iām best when I am roast.
A kind of weather that comes your way, but add a "D" and it will run away
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.
We hurt without moving. We poison without touching. We bear the truth and the lies. We are not to be judged by our size.What are we?
What can burn the eyes, sting the mouth, yet be consumed?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?