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I am black and white. I have strings I have keys. I make sound without my lips. I make dough with no flour
You throw me away, I find my way back. Traditionally, I'm wooden with an arch in my back. What am I?
I'm an old relative who's hand's can't hold anything and eyes can’t see anything
I have skin, more eyes than one. I can be very nice when I am done. What am I?
Sometimes dark and sometimes bright I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call yet mountains I cannot move at all. My face is marred and gray But I'm majestic anyway
Why did the stadium get so hot after the game?