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What has to be broken before it can be used?
An egg
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What has a head and a tail but no body?
A penny
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Two fathers and two sons are in a car, yet there are only three people in the car. How is this possible?
There were a grandfather, a father, and a son in the car
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It’s been around for millions of years, but is never more than a month old. What is it?
A moon
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I help you from your head to your toe. The more I work, the smaller I grow.
A bar of soap
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You can crack me; You can make me; You can tell me; You can play me. What am I?
A joke
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You can hold it without using your hands or your arms. What is it?
Your breath
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Forwards I am heavy, backwards I am not.
A ton
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Feed me and I will live, but give me a drink and I will die. What am I?
A fire
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A seed with three letters in my name. Take away two and I still sound the same.
A pea
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It is white but it turns yellow when falls on the floor
An egg
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It’s so fragile even just saying its name can break it. What is it?
Silence
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What jumps when it walks and sits when it stands?
A kangaroo
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I live in my little house all alone. There are no windows or doors, and if I want to go out I have to break through the wall. What am I?
A chick breaking out of it's egg
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Tall when I'm young and short when I'm old, I'll help you to see when the darkness unfolds.
A candle
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What smells bad when living but smells good when dead?
Bacon
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What building has the most stories?
A library
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There was a plane crash in which every single person was killed. Yet there were 12 survivors. How?
Those twelve people were married
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The more that there is of this, the less you see. What is it?
Darkness
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I can never be thrown but I can be caught. Ways to lose me are always being sought.
A cold
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What cannot talk but will always reply when spoken to?
An echo
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What tastes better than it smells?
A tounge
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Where there is light is the only place I can live. Yet if light shines on me I die.
A shadow
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I sound like one letter but I'm written with three. I show you things when you look through me.
An eye
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Each and every one that you take, you leave yet another in your wake.
A footstep
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