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Born of sorrow, grow with age, you need a lot of me to be a sage. What am I?
I can be driven but have no wheels. I can be sliced but still remains whole
3 point goal
An open ended barrel I am shaped like a hive. I am filled with the flesh and the flesh is alive.
Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. What am I?
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red. What am I?