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A girl was ten on her last birthday, and will be twelve on her next birthday. How is this possible?
It moves around in circles. We see it as we turn. It keeps us always warm. Always alive and always dying, Across the sky we see it flying, But touch it and we burn.
My body is timber and I am a boy among men. I have a nose without end and an insect for a friend. Who am I?
Buzzing and bumbling is all we do, we fly from one plant to another and may be noisy, but hey, we are busy making sweet treat that is oh so sugary.
Santa's favorite entrance for home invasion
What do you call a skeleton that makes you laugh and giggle when youβre sad?