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Although I am still, in families I run. I continue to live on in a living one. As one continues to draw breath, I will not rust. However, when one stops drawing breath, I will become mere dust. What am I?
I can sizzle like bacon. I am made from an egg. I have plenty of backbone but lack a good leg. I peel layers like onions but still remain whole. I can be long like a flagpole yet fit in a hole.
What is seen in the middle of March and April that cannot be seen at the beginning or end of either month?
What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?
I am an animal and a hair product
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?