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I smell like blue paint pours like green paint and I look like a red truck.
I'm a precious stone in a pack of cards. What am I?
What is put on a table cut but never eaten?
I am what no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be. What am I?
You turn me over after you have traveled far. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.