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Round and round I go never stopping in a continuous flow. I hang out with numbers each and every day and nothing ever gets on my way. What am I?
This is the drinkable phase of matter
What smells the most in the kitchen?
What is it that leaps and runs and yet, has no feet?
Tomorrow's yesterday. Yesterday's tomorrow. What is it?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?