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The more you add the less it weighs. What is it?
I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher, more wrinkles crawl on to the face. What am I?
I am a bow that can never be tied or broken but can disappear. What am I?
I am a pretty one, fluttering in the pale blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?
People walk in and out of me. They push me and I follow. When they walk out on me I close up and I stay waiting for the next person to walk into my life when I have a more open mind
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?