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I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
I reach for the sky, but clutch to the ground. Sometimes I leave, but I am always around. What am I?
I am owned by Old McDonald.
If you drop me I'm sure to crack. But give me a smile and I'll always smile back.
Send poorly behaved children to me and let them sit here. What am I?
Keep doing me to avoid lens dryness