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I am one with eight to spare, lest I lose my one. I'm not a number. What am I?
I have all the knowledge you have. But I am so small that I can fit into your hands. What am I?
I am a candy that looks like a shepherdโs staff.
We are little airy creatures all of different voice and features one of us in glass is set. One of us you'll find in jet. Another you may see in tin. And the fourth a box within. If the fifth you should pursue it can never fly from you.
Sometimes I fly as fast as the speed of light. Sometime I crawl as slow as a snail. Unknown until I am measured but you will certainly miss me when Iโm gone.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.