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A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
When I’m metal or wood, I help you get home. When I’m flesh and I’m blood, In the darkness I roam.
My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
If Mississippi should lend Missouri her New Jersey, what would Delaware?
More precious than gold, but cannot be bought, Can never be sold, only earned if it’s sought, If it is broken it can still be mended, At birth it can’t start nor by death is it ended.
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?