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I am flora, not fauna. I am foliage, not trees. I am shrubbery, not grass. What am I?
An open ended barrel I am shaped like a hive. I am filled with the flesh and the flesh is alive.
I have wheels and flies yet I am not an aircraft.
What dress does everyone have, but no one wears?
By Moon or by Sun I shall be found. Yet I am undone if there's no light around.
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.