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I am flora not fauna. I am foliage not trees. I am shrubbery not grass.
I begin and have no end. Eventually, I will be the ending of all that has begun. What am I?
I have memories but none of my own whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different it's because you changed me I feel like a decoration here for you to arrange me.
I run smoother than any rhyme, I love to fall but cannot climb. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?
I met a man and drew his name. He tipped his hat and played my game. What is his name?