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I can be driven but have no wheels. I can be sliced but still remains whole
A trail, a union, together tied. Come across me and you will find you cannot change the course I'm on. Without me you cannot travel on. What am I?
Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain; doing no harm, and feeling no pain. What am I?
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute, for my face is yellow, my hair is white and my body is green. What am I?
I get dirty when wiping things clean. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?