Answer:
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Often wandering the streets, this group of people cannot afford to be choosers.
If you suffer from this, you might wear a wig
Come up and we go, Go down and we stay.
Whipping one of these out in the wrong setting is said to be terrible luck.
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.