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I am a cave full of bones and the house of a worm.
I go from house to house a messenger small and tight. Whether it rains or snows I sleep outside at night.
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate, yet I have my own style of music. What am I?
You used to come to me for all sorts of information and knowledge before the internet was born
What time of day, when written in a capital letters, is the same forwards, backwards, and upside down?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.