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I am the kind of food monkey likes and people slip on me and fall in cartoons.
I am an instrument that you can hear but cannot see or touch. What am I?
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
I get wet when drying. I get dirty when wiping.
A sport with love and service played by singles and pairs.
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.