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The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
Although glory but not at my best. Power will fall to me when the man who made me dies.
Though I am only two words I have thousands of letters in me
I get thrown in the air and will fall down. I get thrown down and I will rise in the air. What am I?
What gets wetter as it dries?
If I say "everything I tell you is a lie", am I telling you the truth or a lie?