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My body is timber and I am a boy among men. I have a nose without end and an insect for a friend. Who am I?
What is black when it is clean and white when it is dirty?
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
What color can you eat?
I come in winter. I cannot see, hear, or feel. I can't eat, but you can eat parts of me.
What never asks questions but receives a lot of answers?