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Lighter than what I am made of, More of me is hidden Than is seen.
Autumn leaves and bad bowlers wreak havoc on this
I am what remains when nothing is left.What am I?
Men have one, women two, and when they become family, itβs three. What is it?
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.