Answer:
The stack just might be sent all over. Full of what's new, yet it's nearly obsolete.
By the way, what never moves, wears shoes, sandals and boots, but has no feet?
The land was white the seed was black it'll take a good scholar to riddle me that. What is it?
What do you throw out when you need it but put away when you donβt?
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
I can only be played on a windy day