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I have many feathers to help me fly. I have a body and head, but I'm not alive. It is your strength which determines how far I go. You can hold me in your hand, but I'm never thrown.
I have legs but never walk, I may have flowers but no soil, I hold food but never eat.
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
What does no man want, yet no man want to lose?
A skin have I, more eyes than one. I can be very nice when I am done.
I can only be played on a windy day