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I am the kind of soda you must not drink.
I have a frame but no pictures. I have poles but not standing up. What am I?
I am always around you but often forgotten. I am pure and clean most time but occasionally rotten.
A young man wants to have me but when he has me he no longer wants me. Blade in hand he attacks me and does his best to remove me. Yet he knows that it is all in vain.
What has a neck but no head?
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.