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I am a nut with a hole. What am I?
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
I am a chair that can move. What am I?
The thunder comes before the lightning and the lightning comes before the cloud The rain dries all the land it touches wrapping the earth in a blood red shroud.
The more you take away from it the larger it becomes. What is it?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?