Poke your fingers in my eyes and my jaws will open wide. Linen cloth, quills, or paper, my greedy lust devours them all. What am I?
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Cloud Was My Mother
A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I’m the torment of man. What am I?
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