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This guy crossed a road and everyone wants an explanation.
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night never alone. my tongue hangs out waiting to be fed during the day.
The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
I plow and plow but never sow.
What is black and white and red all over?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?