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My first is in riddle but not in little. My second is in think but not in brink. My third is in thyme but not in time. My fourth is in mother but not in brother. My last is in time but no t in climb.
I am a place where time is told. I am not bought and I am not sold. What am I?
What has no beginning, end, or middle?
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.
Which vehicle is spelled the same forwards and backwards?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?