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My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
I am made by nature soft as silk; A puffy cloud white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop.
What do you call a pig that is no fun to be around?
I am found in the sea and on land but I do not walk or swim. I travel by foot but I am toeless. No matter where I go, I am never far from home. What am I?
What is eaten but can also eat?
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.