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I am black and white and full of fuzz
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 am the tool for inspiring many. Buy me in the store for not much more than a penny. Don't overuse me, or my usefulness will go. What am I?
To cross the water I'm the way. For water I'm above I touch it not and truth to say I neither swim nor move.
I always go to bed with my shoes on. What am I?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?