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I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole. What am I?
What’s a tornado’s favorite game?
I am nature’s way of applauding lightning.
You do not want me when you don’t have me, but when you have me you don’t want to lose me.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
What am I?
Animal
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Food
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