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I am slim and tall many find me desirable and appealing they touch me and I give a false good feeling once I shine in splendor but only once and then no more for many I am to die for.
When you take away the whole from me there is always some left.
Part carbon part water I am poison to the fishes. Many falsely claim my name I am the pause that refreshes.
Kings and queens may cling to power and the jester's got his call. But as you may discover the common one outranks them all. What am I?
I can climb mountains, cross streams, handle hundreds of feet each day, yet I never move. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?