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Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot.
My voice is tender my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
The last man on Earth received a phone call, who was the caller?
I have four fingers and a thumb, but I'm not living. What am I?
What is always in front of you but can't be seen?
I go in hard, come out soft. Blow me hard and I'll make a pop. What am I?