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I am beautiful and unsightly, That's all up to you. I usually serve one, And other times, a few. If I surround you, That's when I grow, So deep do I get, It's like infinity bro! What am I?
Answer: A mirror.
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When I am sad, I change colour from white to grey. My tears fall to the ground and my cries are low and rumbling. In my anger I send great flashes of light above. What am I?
Answer: A cloud.
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I'm free yet you sometimes pay for me. You can't see me yet sometimes you can. What am I?
Answer: Air.
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What is an insect’s favorite sport?
Answer: Cricket.
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No one can see me, hear me, feel me, or smell me. Yet, if you tell me... I can do all those things and more. Every person, animal, amphibian (or more) needs me. Without me my wielder will die. I can only be touched when my bearer is dead, and I can only be used if my bearer lives. You can create me cooperatively, but cannot create me manually. What am I?
Answer: I am your brain.
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I have a foot, yet no legs. I have a house yet no furniture. I choose to be on the move, but moving isn't so easy. What am I?
Answer: I am a snail.
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I am who I am, and that's without thought, my mind knows more while my heart knows a lot. Who am I?
Answer: Dr. Suess.
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With lines and scars, I feel the sun but see no stars. I'm shed, I'm stretched, I hide what's within. What am I?
Answer: Skin. The skin is our body’s remarkable outer shield. It carries the story of our lives in the form of lines and scars, sensing the warmth of the sun or the chill of the air—yet it cannot see. Always renewing itself as old cells are shed, skin stretches to accommodate growth, pregnancy, and movement. At the same time, it serves as a protective veil, concealing the intricate organs and tissues beneath. All these clues point unmistakably to the skin: the living canvas that both reveals and hides who we are.
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If you say my name I am no more. What am I?
Answer: I am Silence. You are silent until u speak. When you say silence you break it. Therefore, silence does not exist when you say "it's" name.
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I'm a clock, pizza, head of a stickman but not a door. What am I?
Answer: A circle!
