Answer:
Cold head and feet; round as a ball; always turning around myself.
Although I am still, in families I run. I continue to live on in a living one. As one continues to draw breath, I will not rust. However, when one stops drawing breath, I will become mere dust. What am I?
It flies around all day but never goes anywhere? What is it?
rub me and a genie might appear
Iโm where yesterday follows today. And tomorrowโs in the middle. 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.