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What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
It is the assumed nocturnal symbol of Mr. Wayne. What is it?
What is that which, though black itself, enlightens the world without burning?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.