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I'm where yesterday follows today and tomorrow is in the middle. What am I?
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate, yet I have my own style of music. What am I?
What goes all around the world but never leaves its corner?
I spend most of my day eating white. When I am quick enough I get rewarded with fruit and something blue. In a dark room with blue walls I run from the ghosts that roam the halls
I have keys but no locks. I have space but no room. You can enter but canβt go outside. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?