Walk on the living, they don’t even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?

Walk on the living, they don’t even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?

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I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.

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Six letters do my name compound; among the aged oft I'm found; The shepherd also by the brook hears me when Leaning on his crook; but in the middle me divide and take the half on either side each backward read a liquor tell ev'ry gay toper knows it well.

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I'm blue, but when you see me I'm red. You don't see me too often. I'm there for you if you're hurt, but I'm good for you. What am I?

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I go in hard come out soft. Blow me hard and I’ll make a pop.

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I have a little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard. Amidst a light brown grassy lawn with an outline of a green grass.

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Riddle of the Day

Feb 20, 2026

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.

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