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Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river canβt fill it up. What is it?
A precious fluid, thicker than water.
It flies when it's on and floats coming off.
I always follow my brother but you cannot see me, only him. You cannot hear him but you can hear me. What are we?
Who is he that runs without a leg. And his house on his back?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?