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You will always find me in the past. I can be created in the present, but the future can never taint me. What am I?
I am put on the table, cut, but never eaten. What am I?
What is harder to catch the faster you run?
If a man carries my burden they will get crushed to death. Though not rich I leave silver in my track.
I am wood that is neither hard straight or crooked
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.