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You can always see it, but it's too far away to touch. Mountains rest on it, and at sea it surrounds you. What is it?
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover. And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover. I'm high, and I'm low, though flat in the middle. And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little.
It is greater than God and more evil than the devil. The poor have it, the rich need it, and if you eat it you'll die.
What always goes to bed with his shoes on?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?