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I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?
The more of this there is the less you see. What is it?
I have a frame but no pictures. I have poles but not standing up. What am I?
I am alive without breath and cold as death. I am never thirsty but always drinking.
First you see me in the grass dressed in yellow gay; next I am in dainty white, then I fly away. What am I?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk