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I have a name written on me, but it isn’t my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
The more you have of it the less you see. What is it?
Cloud is my mother, wind is my father. What am I?
A hole in a pole. Though I fill a hole in white I'm used more by the day and less by the night
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.
What am I?
Animal
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Food
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