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Lighter than what I am made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I?
you hold my tail while I fish for you
A thousand wheels but move I do not. Call me what I am call me a lot.
My first is in some but not in all. My second is in tiny but not in tall. My third in little but no in big. My fourth in port but not in pig. My whole is made in nature's way. For clothing rugs used every day.
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?