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A young man wants to have me but when he has me, he no longer wants me. What am I?
I am beautiful up in the sky. I am magical yet I cannot fly. To people I bring luck to some people riches. The boy at my end does whatever he wishes
I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole. What am I?
I have married many women but have never been married. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?