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If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not rich, but leave silver in my track.
Who is he that runs without a leg. And his house on his back?
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with 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.
Who eats a lot of iron without getting sick?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?