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Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?
Every night I'm told what to do, and each morning I do what I'm told. But I still don't escape your scold. What am I?
What do you call a pig that is no fun to be around?
I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony, for others I am relief! What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.