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Iām hard as a rock and as light as a feather. Iām passed on to one another. Poor people need me and rich people have me.
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
I contain five little items of an everyday sort. You can find all five in a tennis court.
I can be swallowed, but I can also swallow you. What am I?
A man goes out in heavy rain with nothing to protect him from it. His hair doesn't get wet. How does he do that?