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I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
What has no beginning, end, or middle?
I am heavy forward but backward I'm not.
I have a frame but no pictures. I have poles but not standing up. What am I?
I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher, more wrinkles crawl on to the face. What am I?
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?