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If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not rich, but leave silver in my track.
Born of earth, but with none of its strength. Molded by flame, but with none of its power. Shaped
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face.
It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
A hole in a pole, though I fill a hole in white. I'm used more by the day, and less by the night.
What is the middle of water but is not an island?