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I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole. What am I?
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt my merest touch brings laughter.
I may seem real but it always turns out I was never there in the first place... you only see me during a certain resting stage.
I am a king who's good at measuring stuff. What am I?
What's full of holes but still holds water?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.