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What must be in the oven yet can not be baked? Grows in the heat yet shuns the light of day? What sinks in water but rises with air? Looks like skin but is fine as hair?
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,
I can be used to type and point you see. But don't forget, you can count on me. What am I?
My first master has four legs, my second master has two. My first I serve in life, my second I serve in death. Tough I am, yet soft beside. Against ladies cheeks I often reside.
I can only be played on a windy day