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Everyone has me, but nobody can lose me. What am I?
I am the key that is the hardest to turn
In my yard there's a bed with no pillows a trunk with no clothes a branch with no leaves. What am I looking at?
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see. What am I?
I'm blue, but when you see me I'm red. You don't see me too often. I'm there for you if you're hurt, but I'm good for you. What am I?
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.