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I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
I go up and down at the same time. Up towards to sky and down towards the ground. What am I?
I am a cold man without a soul. If there is warmth in me, it slowly will kill me. What am I?
I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole. What am I?
Lighter than feather and softer than silk, yet the strongest man in the world cannot hold me for more than a few minutes. What am I?
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?