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I am orange and sound like a parrot.
I am an insect and the first part of my name is the name of another insect. What am I?
I've been around for millions of years, but I am no more than a month old. What am I?
Every dawn begins with me. At dusk I'll be the first you see and daybreak couldn't come without. What midday centers all about. Daises grow from me I'm told. And when I come I end all code but in the sun I won't be found. Yet still each day I'll be around.
When the clock has no angle, I will own yesterday, tomorrow and tonight. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?