I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, awaiting to be filled in the morning. What am I? Answer : A Shoe
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I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me, even though there is no cause for grief, and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air. What am I? Answer : Smoke
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Pukka
Genuine, authentic; also: first-class
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Genealogy - An account of the descent of a person, family, or group from an ancestor or from older forms