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Where I am there is no south, west, nor east, and weather is not fit for man or beast. What am I?
I went into the woods and got it. I sat down to seek it. I brought it home with me because I couldn’t find it. What is it?
Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot. All is cool where it is not. What is it?
I am pinched by grandmas
I save lives on the ground and in the air. What am I?
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.