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Only one color, but not one size, stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain, doing no harm, and feeling no pain. What am I?
I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out.
cloud is my mother wind is my father.
Though desert men once called me God today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
I am a daily ritual involving using a metal tool on the body
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?