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Light me up in backyard gatherings
I work when I play and play when I work
Though not a plant I have leaves. though not a beast I have spine. Though many wouldn't need me I am more valuable than wine.
My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
What gets whiter the dirtier it gets?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?