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Its days are numbered.
It is something you make after you've weighed your options.
A job that involves sitting in a highchair, wearing a black gown and smacking things with a mallet
The land was white the seed was black. It'll take a good scholar to riddle me that.
I cannot be felt, seen or touched; Yet I can be found in everybody; My existence is always in debate; Yet there is a style of music named after me.
What is always coming but never arrives?