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I have a lot to say but can't be heard because I can't speak one single word. What am I?
I am heavy forward, but backward I'm not. What am I?
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
I am in the past never in the future. I don't exist but have existed. I saw what you saw and that is what I will ever see.
I am an odd number. Take away a letter and I become even. What number am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.