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It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.
When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever.
You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside. What did you eat?
What did the baby corn say to its mother?