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I lose my head in the morning and regain it back at night. What am I?
I have a head tail but no arms and legs.
I love to twist and dance. Though wingless I fly high up into the sky.
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
A necessity to some, a treasure to many, I'm best enjoyed among pleasant company. Some like me hot, some like me cold. Some prefer mild, some like me bold. What am I?
It produces a flower but it is not its fruitΝΎ it produces branches which are its fruit.