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It's been around for millions of years, but is never more than a month old. What is it?
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
I never was, am always to be. No one ever saw me, nor ever will. And yet I am the confidence of all, To live and breath on this terrestrial ball.
We are five little objects of an everyday sort. You will find us all in a tennis court.
What dress does everyone have, but no one wears?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?