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I'm tall in the morning and short in the noon. I disappear at night but I will be back soon.
With sharp edged wit and pointed poise. It can settle disputes without making a noise.
You throw away the outside, eat the inside, then throw away the inside. What is it?
What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?