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Every night I'm told what to do, and each morning I do what I'm told. But I still don't escape your scold. What am I?
Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?
Sometimes I fly as fast as the speed of light. Sometime I crawl as slow as a snail. Unknown until I am measured but you will certainly miss me when Iām gone.
What goes in the water black and comes out red?
Tear me off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?