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When you take away the whole from me, there is always some left. What am I?
I'm tall I'm round and hollow Seems to get chewed a bit But you'll rarely see me unless the other end is lit.
What goes up but never comes down?
I can sizzle like bacon. I am made from an egg. I have plenty of backbone but lack a good leg. I peel layers like onions but still remain whole. I can be long like a flagpole yet fit in a hole.
As a stone inside a tree, I’ll help your words outlive thee. But if you push me as I stand, the more I move the less I am.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?