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Only one color, but not one size, stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain, doing no harm, and feeling no pain. What am I?
Crooked as a rainbow and slick as a plate, ten thousand horses can't pull me straight. What am I?
Ripped from my ancestors home beaten and burned I become a bloodthirsty killer.
The dirtier I get, the whiter I am. What am I?
If there is a bee in my hand, what is in my eye?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?