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I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate, yet I have my own style of music. What am I?
I am wood that is neither hard straight or crooked
I make everyone blind. You can't see me but I will always come back for you. What am I?
If you have me, you want to share me. Once you share me, you won't have me. What am I?
I am the type of room you cannot enter or leave. Raise from the ground below I could be poisonous or a delicious treat.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?