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I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
I have a neck and no head two arms but no hands. I go with you to school I go with you to work.
My first part compliments people. My second part makes things known. My third part hurts feelings. My fourth part may hold a precious treasure. My fifth part is used when sharing fancy beverages.
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. What am I?
Deep, deep, do they go. Spreading out as they go. Never needing any air. They are sometimes as fine as hair.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?