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I am a mother from a family of eight. Spins around all day despite my weight. Had a ninth sibling before founding out it's fake.
A necessity to some a treasure to many I'm best enjoyed among pleasant company. Some like me hot some like me cold. Some prefer mild some like me bold.
I'm found on Windows yet I am just a decoration. What am I?
What has no beginning, end, or middle?
A man who was outside in the rain without an umbrella or hat didn't get a single hair on his head wet. Why?
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.