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My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
You kick me, you punch me, and you beat me up all class. When you leave, you don't even say thanks for allowing you to beat me up. What am I?
What do you call a sleeping bull?
I love to twist and dance. Though wingless I fly high up into the sky.
There's not a kingdom on the earth I haven't traveled over and over and though I know not whence my birth yet when I come you know my roar. I through the town do take my flight and through the fields and meadows green and whether it be day or night I neither am nor can be seen.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?