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My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
What goes in the water black and comes out red?
I am nothing really at all, Yet I am easily found; Ignore me at your own peril, and you might end up crowned!
They belong to me; they belong to you; They can make you feel happy or make you feel blue; They never end until the day you do.
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
I march before armies a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.