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I'm sometimes white but most often I'm black. I take you there but never bring you back.
I am always around you but often forgotten. I am pure and clean most of the time, but occasionally rotten. What am I?
I describe a toilet cleaner as well as one of Santa's reindeer
Marking mortal privation when firmly in place. An enduring summation inscribed in my face.
In spring, I am gay in handsome array. In summer, more clothing I wear. When colder it grows, I fling off my clothes. In winter, quite naked appear. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?