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I am a mother from a family of eight. Spins around all day despite my weight. Had a ninth sibling before founding out it's fake.
I'm a word that is not even strange. What am I?
I am owned by the poor the rich does not need me. If you eat me you will die!
I am taken from a mine and shut in a wooden case from which I am never released. Yet I am used by almost everybody. What am I?
I moan I groan I chase after you. I never seem to rest. Timeβs up for you.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?