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I love to twist and dance. Though wingless, I fly high up into the sky. What am I?
A hole in a pole. Though I fill a hole in white I'm used more by the day and less by the night
I am mother and father, but never give birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander. What am I?
I come in different colors and shapes. Some parts of me are curvy some are straight. You can put me anywhere you like but there is only one right place for me.
I am alive without breath and cold as death. I am never thirsty but always drinking.
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.