Answer:
I can be repeated but rarely in the same way. I can't be changed but can be rewritten. I can be passed down, but should not be forgotten. What am I?
An open ended barrel I am shaped like a hive. I am filled with the flesh and the flesh is alive.
I reach for the sky but clutch to the ground. Sometimes I leave but I am always around.
I am the place to turn to when nature calls. What am I?
I drive men mad for love of me, easily beaten, never free. What am I?
What did the grape do when he got stepped on?