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I can climb mountains, cross streams, handle hundreds of feet each day, yet I never move. What am I?
Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
I am a chair that can move. What am I?
You throw away my outside, you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside. What am I?
I go inside boots and outside shoes. What am I?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.