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I climb higher when hot, But beware my rage, I’ll kill with a breath, If I can escape my cage
I have one, you have one. If you remove the first letter, a bit remains. If you remove the second, bit still remains. If you remove the third, it still remains.
At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardener’s tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, one’s a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
I am the third from a sparkle bright, I thrive throughout the day and night. Deep in the path of a cows white drink. I've had thousands of millions of years to think. But one of my creatures is killing me. And so the question I ask to thee, is
If it’s information you seek, come and see me. If it’s pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?