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I carry you down a gentle stream.
My seas have no water, my mountains have no rock, and my land has no grass. What am I?
Some people avoid me some people count me some people just consume me
I am made by nature soft as silk; A puffy cloud white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop.
You can never eat me for breakfast or lunch. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?