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I regularly change shape yet remain a sphere. I am always there but not often seen. What am I?
I keep things green and keep kids happy during summer time.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
I'm a word that is not even strange. What am I?
I tell people to be careful when handling boxes.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?