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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 am the reaction after enjoying soda.
The more you work, the more I'll eat.You keep me full, I'll keep you neat. What am I?
The dirtier I get, the whiter I am. What am I?
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
What language does a billboard speak?