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What is always coming every day, but never arrives until the next?
What has a head yet it never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps, can run but can not walks, and has a bank but not a cent to its name?
What is born on the ground but floats to the sky, to be returned back again from the clouds up high?
I have a ring, but no hands. I used to be plugged into the wall but now I follow you every where. What am I?
Controlled by your hands and feet. It would be nothing without a street. What is it?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?