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Though it be cold I wear no clothes the frost and snow I never fear; I value neither shoes nor hose And yet I wander far and near: My diet is forever good I drink no cider port nor sack what Providence doth send for food I neither buy nor sell nor lack.
I cannot be bought, cannot be sold, even if I'm sometimes made of gold. What am I?
I have a name that's not mine and no one cares about me in their prime. People cry at my sight and lie by me all day and night.
The more you take away from it the larger it becomes. What is it?
I have cities with no people, forests with no trees, and oceans with no water. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?