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I am a sharp looking horse with a flaxen tail. The longer I run the shorter my tail becomes.
Where I am there is no south, west, nor east, and weather is not fit for man or beast. What am I?
I am a time for gathering crops. Remove the first three letters and I become an object you can wear.
In buckles or lace, I help set the pace. The farther you go, the thinner I grow. What am I?
As a state in America I am round on both sides and high in the middle.
As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.