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Take one out and scratch my head I am now black but once was red.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme.
What can you fold but not crease?
I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
A mother had five boys Marco, Tucker, Webster and Thomas. Was the fifth boys name Frank, Evan or Alex?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.