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Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
I am mother and father, but never give birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander. What am I?
I can be cracked made told and played. What am I?
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail
I can be short and sometimes hot. When displayed I'm never cold. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?