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What gets bigger the more you take away?
My keepers feed me colored balls. With sticks they store on my den walls. Sometimes I store them in my pouch. Sometimes deep in my belly; ouch!
I move very slowly at an imperceptible rate although I take my time I am never late. I accompany life and survive past demise I am viewed with esteem in many women's eyes. What am I?
I have Eighty-eight keys but cannot open a single door.
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?
I go in hard, come out soft. Blow me hard and I'll make a pop. What am I?