Answer:
Which weighs more? A pound of iron or a pound of feathers?
What travels from coast to coast without ever moving?
No sooner spoken than broken. What is it?
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.
When I type I tap these on the keys
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.