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People make me, save me, change me, and raise me. What am I?
I have skin, more eyes than one. I can be very nice when I am done. What am I?
You can catch me but cannot throw me.
Adored by few, feared and hated by many. Mistress of the entire universal reason, master in the art of numbers. Some may have solved many of my mysteries, but there are still many of them to find. What am I?
Why did the computer keep sneezing?
I am owned by Old McDonald.