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I am the type of room you cannot enter or leave. Raise from the ground below I could be poisonous or a delicious treat.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, used to cover a stare, they go with you everywhere.
I begin and have no end. Eventually I will be the end of all that has begun.
I'm a kind of cup that doesn't hold water, but makes a lot of noise repeatedly. What am I?
In my life I must bare my bloodline I must share.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?