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I am partially baked. I am not completely lit. I am a portion of the moon. I am lesser than full wit. I am a divider of the hour. I am not a total lie. I am a sibling through one parent.
What gets colder as it warms up?
What calls for help, when written in capital letters, is the same forwards, backwards and upside down?
It keeps you on the ground and stops things from floating around. What is it?
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall, and no man can survive its endless call. What is it?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?