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I wiggle and cannot see; sometimes underground and sometimes on a tree. I really don't want to be on a hook and I become a person when combined with “book”.
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes; I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead.
I can be in your body but never on your placemat. I'm always better when I'm fresh, but you'll never see me in the flesh. What am I?
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin, light enough to fly in the sky, strong enough to crack rocks. What am I?
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