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I come out of the earth, I am sold in the market. The one who buys me cuts my tail, takes off my suit of silk, and weeps beside me when I am dead. What am I?
Until I am measured, I am not known. Yet, how you miss me when I have flown. What Am I?
I help engines spin and pants stay up
I smell like blue paint pours like green paint and I look like a red truck.
I have long legs crooked thighs little head and no eyes.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?