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I am of several different kinds, but the one you pick doesn't do its job. What am I?
In my yard there's a bed with no pillows a trunk with no clothes a branch with no leaves. What am I looking at?
Canine children.
I like to twirl my body but keep my head up high. After I go in, everything becomes tight. What am I?
I am filled with garb the price is free. Just return what you don't need.
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.