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I have hundreds of ears but cannot hear a thing. What am I?
I suck.
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me, only when he last closes his eyes.
You do not want me when you donβt have me but when you have me you don't want to lose me.
I am used to bat with, yet I never get a hit. I am near a ball, yet never thrown. What am I?
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.