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I am a way to say goodbye to your sweetheart
I'll bring out your bulls and slow your roll. I may even come out of your skull.
You will always find me in the past. I can be created in the present, but the future can never taint me. What am I?
I'm an old relative who's hand's can't hold anything and eyes canβt see anything
Though it be cold I wear no clothes the frost and snow I never fear; I value neither shoes nor hose And yet I wander far and near: My diet is forever good I drink no cider port nor sack what Providence doth send for food I neither buy nor sell nor lack.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?