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I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole. What am I?
I fill a room but take no space.
Without a bridle or a saddle across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride by help of me though almost blind are made to see.
A dragons tooth in a mortals hand I kill I maim I divide the land.
I am drawn by everyone without pen or pencil. What am I?
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.