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Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
You can spin, wheel and twist, but this thing can turn without moving. What is it?
John was going to a party and, as he approached, he could see in the windows that it was completely packed with people. He went inside only to discover that there wasn’t a single person inside
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover. And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover. I'm high, and I'm low, though flat in the middle. And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?