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Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?
I spend most of my day eating white. When I am quick enough I get rewarded with fruit and something blue. In a dark room with blue walls I run from the ghosts that roam the halls
I can sizzle like bacon. I am made from an egg. I have plenty of backbone but lack a good leg. I peel layers like onions but still remain whole. I can be long like a flagpole yet fit in a hole.
I am an object which is used in baseball during the day I can't be seen at all
I am partially baked. I am not completely lit. I am a portion of the moon. I am lesser than full wit. I am a divider of the hour. I am not a total lie. I am a sibling through one parent.
It's what light turns into in the night