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Although a human shape I wear Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
Born in the ocean and white as snow. When I fall back to water, I disappear without a trace. What am I?
I am a type of cheese made backwards
I am put on the table, cut, but never eaten. What am I?
What is brown and sticky?
What language does a billboard speak?