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Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay.
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
Who eats a lot of iron without getting sick?
A mile from end to end, yet as close to as a friend. A precious commodity, freely given. Seen on the dead and on the living. Found on the rich, poor, short and tall, but shared among children most of all.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?