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What goes around the wood but never goes into the wood?
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.
I go up when the rain comes down. What am I?
I sleep by day, I fly by night. I have no feathers to aid my flight. What am I?
I sit in a corner while travelling around the world.
Whatโs a carpetโs favorite sport?