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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 run up and down the stairs without moving
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 belong to you but others use me more often than you do
David's father has three sons: Snap Crackle and ?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.