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No matter how hard you hit me, no matter how much I hurt, I'll always go for a laugh. What am I?
I am a word. I become longer when the third letter is removed.
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
You walk into a room with a match strike the match and notice a candle a lamp an oil burner and a fireplace. Which do you light first?
I regularly change shape yet remain a sphere. I am always there but not often seen. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.