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I'm a word that's hardly there. Take away my start and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?
I have no bed to sleep and no palace to live. I don't have a single coin but I am known as king. What am I?
Every dawn begins with me. At dusk I'll be the first you see and daybreak couldn't come without. What midday centers all about. Daises grow from me I'm told. And when I come I end all code but in the sun I won't be found. Yet still each day I'll be around.
Railroad Crossing, look out for the cars. Can you spell that, without any R's?
I'm orange when long I'm white when short. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.