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Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?
I am flora, not fauna. I am foliage, not trees. I am shrubbery, not grass. What am I?
I have a tongue, but cannot speak. I have a bed but cannot sleep. I have four legs but cannot walk. Yet I move as you do. What am I?
In many hall ways you would stand if not with me in hand.
Before I grow I'm small. When I'm old I grow tall. When I die I give a mighty fall.
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?