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I have a neck but no head. I have a body but no arm. I have a bottom but no leg. What am I?
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin, light enough to fly in the sky, strong enough to crack rocks. What am I?
When I am caught, I am thrown away. When I escape, you itch all day. What am I?
As I went over London Bridge I met my sister Jenny; I broke her neck and drank her blood and left her standing empty.
You bind me and I walk. You loosen me and I stop. What am I?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.