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Round and round I go never stopping in a continuous flow. I hang out with numbers each and every day and nothing ever gets on my way. What am I?
What Can Fly Without Wings
He's small but he can climb a tower.
I have joy in bringing two together, but darning my existence! My life hangs by a thread, filled with ups, downs and resistance!
The part of the bird, that is not in the sky, Which can swim in the ocean and always stay dry. What is it?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?