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I have roots nobody sees. I am taller than trees. Up up I go but I never grow.
I have a name that's not mine and no one cares about me in their prime. People cry at my sight and lie by me all day and night.
I am a type of cheese made backwards
I am an odd number that become even when beheaded.
My first two letters say my name. My last letter asks a question. What I embrace I destroy.
A Chinese, Indian and a Swiss were going to a party. Who is most likely to bring a plus one?