Answer:
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
What measures out time. Until in time all is smashed to it?
Often held but never touched. Always wet but never rusts. Often bits but seldom bit. To use it well you must have wit.
It is by nature, soft as silk; A puffy cloud, white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop
We hurt without moving. We poison without touching. We bear the truth and the lies. We are not to be judged by our size.What are we?
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?