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I am black white and read all over.
What can you catch but not throw?
Travel a mile and I will change, travel a million and I will end as I started. What am I?
I am merry creature in pleasant time of year as in but certain seasons I sing that you can hear; And yet I'm made a by-word A very perfect mock; Compared to foolish persons And silliest of all folk.
I'm simple for a few people, but hard for them to hear. I live inside of secrets and bring people's worst fears. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?