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In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover. And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover. I'm high, and I'm low, though flat in the middle. And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little.
You throw away the outside, eat the inside, then throw away the inside. What is it?
What has a single eye but cannot see?
What can bring back the dead. Make us cry, make us laugh, make us young. Born in an instant yet lasts a life time?
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.