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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.
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet, if there's no light around, I am undone. What am I?
I am a table you can eat. What am I?
As a state in America I am round on both sides and high in the middle.
You cannot keep me until you have given me. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?