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My full powers come when my makers are dead. I await a heavy hat to put on my head. What am I?
I have a mouth on my head and eat everything.
My first is high my second damp my whole a tie a writer's cramp.
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?
What can you catch but never throw?
What language does a billboard speak?