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I am tomorrow's yesterday and yesterday's tomorrow. What am I?
I am one with eight to spare, lest I lose my one. I'm not a number. What am I?
You can build or destroy. Let creativity soar but be careful at night.
What gets whiter the dirtier it gets?
My flavors ranges from strawberry to toe.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.