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At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
There is an ancient invention. Still used in some parts of the world today. That allows people to see through walls.
A great mysterious place that the bold have been known to journey into.
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.