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Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot. All is cool where it is not. What is it?
I am used to bat with, yet I never get a hit. I am near a ball, yet never thrown. What am I?
Although it sounds like I work on a transportation device I actually work in a restaurant.
The dirtier I get, the whiter I am. What am I?
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?
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.