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At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
What is weightless but takes two people to hold it?
Grows from the ground, bushes and grass, leaves of yellow, red and brow, unruly plants, get the axe, trim the hedge back down.
I'm flat. You use me everyday. You need me to live. But you give me away everyday. I'm coloured and I have a founding father on me. What am I?
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?