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When you take away the whole from me, there is always some left. What am I?
Four fingers and a thumb, yet flesh and blood I have none. What am I?
I am a place where time is told. I am not bought and I am not sold. What am I?
I ask no questions but receive a lot of answers
You use me between your head and your toes the more I work the thinner I grow.
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.