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I'm a word that's hardly there. Take away my start and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?
What is light as a feather but even the strongest man cannot hold it for more than a few minutes?
I run smoother than any rhyme, I love to fall but cannot climb. What am I?
I have three heads. Cut off one I become stronger. Cut off two I become ten.
The more you work, the more I'll eat.You keep me full, I'll keep you neat. What am I?
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.