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Deep, deep, do they go. Spreading out as they go. Never needing any air. They are sometimes as fine as hair.
What is the musical part of a turkey?
I go around a yard but does not move.
I am enjoyed by some, despised by others. Some take me for granted, some treasure me like a gift. I last forever, unless you break me first. What am I?
Although I am still, in families I run. I continue to live on in a living one. As one continues to draw breath, I will not rust. However, when one stops drawing breath, I will become mere dust. What am I?
As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.