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Round and round I go never stopping in a continuous flow. I hang out with numbers each and every day and nothing ever gets on my way. What am I?
Spies and detectives do this to phones and musical shoes make this sound.
If you happen to wake up at dawn, you'll probably find this covering the lawn.
This type of corn swells up and bursts into a crisp puff when heated.
Can describe a distress signal or flashy accessories.
What is always coming but never arrives?