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I have a name that's not mine and no one cares about me in their prime. People cry at my sight and lie by me all day and night.
Lighter than feather and softer than silk, yet the strongest man in the world cannot hold me for more than a few minutes. What am I?
I wiggle and cannot see; sometimes underground and sometimes on a tree. I really don't want to be on a hook and I become a person when combined with “book”.
I have an eye but cannot see. I take time to generate and can dissipate in seconds. What am I?
I am an insect. Half of my name is another insect. I am similar to the name of a famous band. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?