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I can be cracked, made, told, and played. What am I?
What is that you will break even when you name it?
I am always coming but I never arrive. What am I?
I do not contain flesh feather or scales; yet I have fingers and thumbs.
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone. My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?