Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
Salty water everywhere but not sea in sight.
Two people are born at the same moment, but they don't have the same birthdays. How could this be?
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
You can spin, wheel and twist. But this thing can turn without moving.
Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?