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Until I am measured, I am not known. Yet, how you miss me when I have flown. What Am I?
You throw away my outside you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside.
Although a human shape I wear Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
I get wet when drying. I get dirty when wiping.
I jump when I walk and sit when I stand. What am I?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?