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I can generate fear and some say I come out of your ears. I am as quiet as a mouse but not welcomed in the house. What am I?
To you, rude would I never be, though I flag my tongue for all to see. What am I?
When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you. What am I?
The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever. 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.