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A thousand wheels but move I do not. Call me what I am call me a lot.
I am put on the table, cut, but never eaten. What am I?
I can be sweet or sour. I do not rhyme with any other word
I have keys but no locks. I have space but no room. You can enter but canβt go outside. What am I?
You hear me speak, for I have a hard tongue. But I cannot breathe, for I have not a lung. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?