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To cross the water I'm the way. For water I'm above I touch it not and truth to say I neither swim nor move.
I am cracked by Indiana Jones.
When the clock has no angle, I will own yesterday, tomorrow and tonight. What am I?
I am a desire to munch
You write on me and secrets I can keep in places never seen. I spin like a top. Though stiff as a board, I'm often described like a mop. 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.