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I'm flat. You use me everyday. You need me to live. But you give me away everyday. I'm coloured and I have a founding father on me. What am I?
The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.
At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?
My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away.
What is always coming but never arrives?