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I do not contain flesh feather or scales; yet I have fingers and thumbs.
I am a sharp looking horse with a flaxen tail. The longer I run the shorter my tail becomes.
I am gold and can be black and white I'm a symbol for a nation when freedom took flight.
Lighter than feather and softer than silk, yet the strongest man in the world cannot hold me for more than a few minutes. What am I?
I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?