Mu first three, a container most preservative. My last three, sounds like a contagious sleep signal. Put both together and in some places I am grand. A deep crevasse, a scar on the motherland.

An abandoned masterpiece, a woven tapestry, collecting dust in corners.

some may smoke it, and some may find it on the ocean floor what is it?

Peter’s tail in his eponymous tale or song.

Everybody blames me for everything. It must have been me then.. what am I?