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I go around in circles, but always straight ahead. Never complain, no matter where I am led. What am I?
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.
I am heavy forward, but backward I'm not. What am I?
I am black when you buy me, red when you use me. When I turn white, you know it's time to throw me away. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?