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Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. What am I?
I fill a room but take no space. What am I?
What is cut on a table but is never eaten?
My teeth are sharp my back is straight to cut things up it is my fate.
Part carbon part water I am poison to the fishes. Many falsely claim my name I am the pause that refreshes.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?