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I love to twist and dance. Though wingless, I fly high up into the sky. What am I?
You can read me both ways I wear; One way it's a number reversed a snare.
The person who makes it sells it. The person who buys it never uses it. The person who uses it never sees it. What is it?
With a halo of water and a tongue of wood, stone as skin long I stood. What am I?
I am quick when Iām thin. I am slow when Iām fat. Wind is my worst nightmare.
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.