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If there is a bee in my hand, what is in my eye?
I smell like blue paint pours like green paint and I look like a red truck.
I am the kind of nut that is empty at the center and has no shell.
Man walks over, man walks under, in times of war he burns asunder. What is it?
I hold two meanings. With one I may be broken, with the other I hold on. 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.