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I run around the city, but I never move.
A harvest sown and reaped on the same day In an unplowed field, Which increases without growing, Remains whole though it is eaten Within and without, Is useless and yet The staple of nations.
I have five letters and people eat me. When you remove my first letter I become a crime. Remove my first two letters and I am an animal. If you remove my first and last letters I'm a form of music
A man who was outside in the rain without an umbrella or hat didn’t get a single hair on his head wet. Why?
What can be seen but never found that only hides in the unwound?
What is always coming but never arrives?