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My full powers come when my makers are dead. I await a heavy hat to put on my head. What am I?
Iām hard as a rock and as light as a feather. Iām passed on to one another. Poor people need me and rich people have me.
No matter how much rain gets on me, I won't get any wetter. What am I?
Better touch me before you proceed to second. What am I?
Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?