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I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
I fly away as soon as you set me loose. People around you may slowly move away once they sense my presence.
I am put on the table, cut, but never eaten. What am I?
I come with a train and go with a train and the train doesn't need me but can't go without me.
I am an activity dogs are very good at when a ball is thrown.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk