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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.
An open ended barrel I am shaped like a hive. I am filled with the flesh and the flesh is alive.
I can fall off a building and live, but in water I will die. What am I?
Every night I'm told what to do and each morning I do what I'm told. But I still don't escape your scold
You went into the woods and got me. You sat down to seek me. You brought me home with yourself because you couldn't find me. What am I?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk