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Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot.
I am wood that is neither hard straight or crooked
A hundred arms, a thousand fingers, but I have no eyes to see where I linger. What am I?
I am full of holes but still holds water.
A hole in a pole. Though I fill a hole in white I'm used more by the day and less by the night
I am your mother's brother's only brother in law. Who am I?