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You hear me speak, for I have a hard tongue. But I cannot breathe, for I have not a lung. What am I?
My flavors ranges from strawberry to toe.
Every dawn begins with me. At dusk I'll be the first you see and daybreak couldn't come without. What midday centers all about. Daises grow from me I'm told. And when I come I end all code but in the sun I won't be found. Yet still each day I'll be around.
I'm found in socks ties and hands. What am I?
As a state in the USA, I am round on both sides and high in the middle. What am I?
What language does a billboard speak?