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I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
I am always in front of you, but yet I am never here. What am I?
Find me on body builders or in the drink aisle. What am I?
Tuesday, Sam and Peter went to a restaurant. After eating lunch, they paid the bill. Sam and Peter did not pay. Who did?
I have a face but no eyes hands but no arms.
I tell people to be careful when handling boxes.