The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads them, The mouth tastes them.

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I’m not the sort that’s eaten, I’m not the sort you bake, Don’t put me in an oven; I don’t taste that great, But when applied correctly, around me you will find, Problems are so simple when my digits come to mind

How do trees get onto the internet?

What is part of you and all around you but if it entangles you, it will kill you?

It is something you make after you’ve weighed your options.

Each time you take a step you make one of me, but then you leave me behind. What am I?

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The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads them, The mouth tastes them.

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I’m not the sort that’s eaten, I’m not the sort you bake, Don’t put me in an oven; I don’t taste that great, But when applied correctly, around me you will find, Problems are so simple when my digits come to mind

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How do trees get onto the internet?

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What is part of you and all around you but if it entangles you, it will kill you?

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Each time you take a step you make one of me, but then you leave me behind. What am I?

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