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I am made of wood but can't be sawed? What am I?
I'm an old relative who's hand's can't hold anything and eyes canβt see anything
I fly away as soon as you set me loose. People around you may slowly move away once they sense my presence.
Though it be cold I wear no clothes the frost and snow I never fear; I value neither shoes nor hose And yet I wander far and near: My diet is forever good I drink no cider port nor sack what Providence doth send for food I neither buy nor sell nor lack.
Lighter than what I am made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?