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Cold head and feet; round as a ball; always turning around myself.
The more it dries, the wetter it becomes. What is it?
I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
I am three simple words everyone wants to hear. Three simple words such simple words and yet...life changing...
The shorter I am the bigger I am.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?