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I am put on the table, cut, but never eaten. What am I?
I am a million people's wakeup call, gossip party and adrenaline rush. What am I?
Deep, deep, do they go. Spreading out as they go. Never needing any air. They are sometimes as fine as hair.
I run smoother than any rhyme I love to fall but cannot climb.
The last woman on Earth received a phone call. Who was the caller?
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?