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Old Mcdonald had this
A colorful cuisine without flesh
A precious gift, yet it has no end, no beginning, and nothing in the middle.
Where on earth do the ways always blow from the south?
I am hot, sometimes soft, sometimes hard, sometimes runny and loose, sometimes I float, sometimes I sink but whatever form I take on I always go out and never in. What am I?
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