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I love to dance and twist and prance. I shake my tail, as away I sail. Wingless I fly into the sky.
As light as a feather, but you canβt hold it for ten minutes.
Though I wander the earth, I am no longer here. I am pale and I chill everyone near. Who am I?
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?
What is lighter than what it is made of?