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My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say. What am I?
I come in variety of colors and am found almost year round. My house is tall and my only fear is the cold. What am I?
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
I'm white and used for cutting and grinding. When I'm damaged, humans usually remove or fill me. For most animals I am a useful tool. What am I?
Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?