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I was was before was was was.
What goes around the wood but never goes into the wood?
I'm an old relative who's hand's can't hold anything and eyes canβt see anything
Flat as a leaf round as a ring. I have two eyes but can't see a thing.
I sleep by day, I fly by night. I have no feathers to aid my flight. What am I?
Why can't Kevin, who is now living in Canada, not be buried in the USA?