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Iām hard as a rock and as light as a feather. Iām passed on to one another. Poor people need me and rich people have me.
Railroad Crossing, look out for the cars. Can you spell that, without any R's?
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers and crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me. What am I?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh but my heart is made of stone.
I am between earth and heaven. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?