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The more of me you take, the more I appear behind you. What am I?
I have a frame but no picture. I have poles but not standing up
rub me and a genie might appear
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin, light enough to fly in the sky, strong enough to crack rocks. What am I?
My voice is tender my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
If a rooster lays an egg on the exact peak of a barn, which side does it fall?