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You can spin, wheel and twist, but this thing can turn without moving. What is it?
I can be quick and then I'm deadly, I am a rock, shell and bone medley. If I was made into a man, I'd make people dream, I gather in my millions By ocean, sea and stream.
When they are caught, they are thrown away. When they escape, you itch all day.
The stack just might be sent all over. Full of what's new, yet it's nearly obsolete.
It happens when something has been cut with H2O.
My days are numbered. What am I?