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I am put on the table, cut, but never eaten. What am I?
Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
I have a bank, but no money. I have a bed but do not sleep.I have a mouth but cannot eat. What am I?
I carry you down a gentle stream.
I taste better than I smell. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?