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I have long legs crooked thighs little head and no eyes.
Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?
I come without being fetched at night hides away as soon as daylight strikes. Although I may look small I am much mightier than what you can imagine.
I lose my head in the morning and regain it back at night. What am I?
In your fire you hear me scream creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.