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It flies around all day but never goes anywhere? What is it?
I go up, let out a load and then go back down. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.
Though it be cold I wear no clothes the frost and snow I never fear; I value neither shoes nor hose And yet I wander far and near: My diet is forever good I drink no cider port nor sack what Providence doth send for food I neither buy nor sell nor lack.
I am alive without breath and cold as death. I am never thirsty but always drinking.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.