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The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
What happens once in June twice in August and never in May?
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust. What am I?
Iโm where yesterday follows today. And tomorrowโs in the middle. What am I?
Why did the computer keep sneezing?
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.