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In many years, not much has happened. In many minutes, a lot has happened. In one second, everything has happened.
I can be moved. I can be rolled. But nothing will I hold. I'm red and I'm blue, and I can be other colors too. Having no head, though similar in shape. I have no eyes - yet move all over the place.
Pirates put their booty in it.
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
Two bodies have I, though both joined in one. The more still I stand, the quicker I run.
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?