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Draw fire or fill me; I'm still empty.
I move very slowly. I accompany life, and survive past demise. I am viewed with esteem in many women’s eyes.
I help engines spin and pants stay up
I am drawn by everyone without pen or pencil. What am I?
What's orange and sounds like a parrot?
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?