Answer:
I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
I run smoother than any rhyme I love to fall but cannot climb.
I go through a door but never go in and never come out.
In your fire you hear me scream creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
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.
The profession of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton
What am I?
Animal
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Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
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