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A hill full, a hole full; yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
A mile from end to end, yet as close to as a friend. A precious commodity, freely given. Seen on the dead and on the living. Found on the rich, poor, short and tall, but shared among children most of all.
You throw me out when you want to use me and you take me in when you don't want to use me. Who am I?
I can be used to type and point you see. But don't forget, you can count on me. What am I?
What liquid can contain the soul?
What is always coming but never arrives?