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Although I am still, in families I run. I continue to live on in a living one. As one continues to draw breath, I will not rust. However, when one stops drawing breath, I will become mere dust. What am I?
I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole. What am I?
I am so delicious that I require a house to contain me.
What loses its head in the morning but gets it back at night?
I am the type of room you cannot enter or leave. Raise from the ground below I could be poisonous or a delicious treat.
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.