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Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I save lives on the ground and in the air
Every dawn begins with me. At dusk I'll be the first you see and daybreak couldn't come without. What midday centers all about. Daises grow from me I'm told. And when I come I end all code but in the sun I won't be found. Yet still each day I'll be around.
Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. What am I?
What kind of tree can you carry in your hand?
I go in hard come out soft. Blow me hard and I’ll make a pop.