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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.
Where did the baseball keep its lemonade?
Four leaves I have.
I am a protector. I sit on a bridge. One person can see right through me, while others wonder what I hide. What am I?
score in end zones.
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.