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I have 4 wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot I'm always found toiling away with little sound. What am I?
Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?
Cold head and feet; round as a ball; always turning around myself.
I am the book one can never finish reading
Face with a tree skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?