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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.
To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
It is by nature, soft as silk; A puffy cloud, white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop
Many have heard it, but nobody has ever seen it. It will not speak until spoken to. What is it?
What's black when you get it, red when you use it, and white when you're all through with it?
Why was the cook arrested?