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Although a human shape I wear Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
What is light as a feather but even the strongest man cannot hold it for more than a few minutes?
I am not alive but I can die. What am I?
I am lighter than air but a hundred people cannot lift me. Careful! I am fragile!
Little Nancy Etticote in a white petticoat. With a red nose; the longer she stands the shorter she grows.
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.