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If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not big but leave silver in my tracks. What am I?
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat.
Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony for others I am relief. Who am I?
I twist and turn and leaves a loop
Iām found in your socks, scarves, and mittens; and often in the paws of playful kittens. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?