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I have a hundred legs, but cannot stand. I have a long neck, but no head. I cannot see, and I'm neat and tidy, as can be. What am I?
I can go through glass without breaking it.
I march before armies a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?
You find me behind the stars; or in a sixth seventh or third. It takes something round a computer and me to make pie. I am bigger than anything you can think of.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?