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Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
The more of me there is the less you see.
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
I am the only word that looks the same when spelled upside down.
You throw away my outside, you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside. What am I?
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?