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I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
What breaks when you say its name?
In your fire you hear me scream creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
What bone has a sense of humor?
The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?
What am I?
Animal
Difficult
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic