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I am a fruit. If you take away the first letter of my name I become a crime. What am I?
What is made of wood, but can't be sawed?
Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. What am I?
I can only be played on a windy day. What am I?
Adored by few, feared and hated by many. Mistress of the entire universal reason, master in the art of numbers. Some may have solved many of my mysteries, but there are still many of them to find. What am I?
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.