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Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme.
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
What is lighter than what it is made of?
It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?