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My body is timber and I am a boy among men. I have a nose without end and an insect for a friend. Who am I?
This could make wooden boy's noses grow.
I'm a soft frozen food made with sweetened and flavored milk fat. I'm usually put in a waffle cone.
These women make princesses scrub floors and sometimes try to poison them with apples.
What is born long, dies short, and spends its life leaving a trail?
What is always coming but never arrives?