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What do you call a boomerang that doesnβt come back?
I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
There is one in every corner and two in every room.
I am the noblest musical instrument
I am the type of room you cannot enter or leave. Raise from the ground below I could be poisonous or a delicious treat.
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?