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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?
What can you throw but not catch?
Although my cow is dead, I still beat her. What a racket she makes!
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
Ten men's strength, ten men's length. Ten men can't break it, yet a young boy walks off with it.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?