In spring I am joyful in handsome array; in summer more clothing I wear; when colder it grows I fling off my clothes; and in winter quite naked appear. What am I?

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You can find me near the river any day and you can make almost anything out of me. What am I?

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You can run out of me but I never end. What am I?

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You get many of me but never enough. After the last one your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year. When the last one is gone your life disappears. What am I?

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You can see nothing else; when you look in my face, I will look you in the eye and I will never lie.

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I never move but I always run. When people are on top of me they are scared. Yet when their at the bottom they never are frightened by my roar. What am I?

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Often held but never touched. Always wet but never rusts. Often bites but seldom bit. To use me well you must have wit. What am I?

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I never was, am always to be, No one ever saw me, nor ever will And yet I am the confidence of all To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball. What am I?

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I never was, am always to be. No one ever saw me, nor ever will. And yet I am the confidence of all. To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball. What am I?

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I am nice and round. I never touch the ground except for one time when I flew across the floor and got myself stuck in a doorway. What am I?

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