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A hole in a pole, though I fill a hole in white. I'm used more by the day, and less by the night.
What zips through the sky with a tail of fire and dust. It could be an omen, its origin to discuss?
A mile from end to end, yet as close to as a friend. A precious commodity, freely given. Seen on the dead and on the living. Found on the rich, poor, short and tall, but shared among children most of all.
I hide but my head is outside.
My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.