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I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
I'm written with two letters, said with one and seen with two. What am I?
I am not very commonly found! Only in some rainforest! I have an odd number of toes! I'm very lazy and hang upside down! What am I?
The dirtier I get, the whiter I am. What am I?
When it comes to me, you go on red and stops on green. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?