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The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
My life can be measured in hours. I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme.
This is rectangular, hollow and has a lid, and where you’ll find it you might wonder, it is just six feet under. What is it?
It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?