I´m running without legs, I´m your friend but your worst enemy, I´m clear but you can´t see me. What am I?

I´m your uncle´s brother, but I´m not your uncle. What am I?

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked. If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. Where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

Fresh fried fish, fresh fried fish, fresh fried fish, fresh fried fish

I thought a thought. But the thought I thought wasn’t the thought I thought I thought. If the thought I thought I thought had been the thought I thought, I wouldn’t have thought so much.

The beginning of eternity, the end of time and space, the beignning of every end and the end of every place.

How many cookies could a good cook cook If a good cook could cook cookies? A good cook could cook as much cookies as a good cook who could cook cookies.

Until I am not measured I am not known. Yet, how you miss me when I have flown. Who am I?

What belongs to you but others use it more than you do?

I use to be in the bathrooms though I come from the sea

What can you break without touching it?

What gets wet when drying?