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I have a name written on me, but it isnโt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
What's orange and sounds like a parrot?
What is the difference between a poorly dressed man on a bike, and a well-dressed man on a unicycle?
I have memories, but none of my own. Whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different, it's because you changed me. I feel like a decoration, here for you to arrange me. What am I?
I flow from the Homerโs mouth when he sees doughnuts.