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I bubble and laugh and spit water in your face. I am no lady, and I don't wear lace.
A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
I can only be played on a windy day
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What am I?