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If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not big but leave silver in my tracks. What am I?
I shrink smaller every time I take a bath.
Break me and I am better, immediately set and harder to be broken again. What am I?
People buy me to eat but never eat me. What am I?
My first is a heir; My second's a snare; my whole is the offspring of fancy; which I sent out of play upon Valentine's day As a token of love to my Nancy.
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.