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I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths. What am I?
I shave several times a day, yet I still have a beard. What am I?
I can speak with my hard metal tongue. But I cannot breathe for I have no lung
I run around the city but I never move.
I can be cracked, made, told, and played. What am I?
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?