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Brown I am and much admired. Many horses have I tried. Tire a horse and worry a man, tell me this riddle if you can. 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.
I have a title and many pages. I am a genteel of genteel descent. I am a killer veteran of war. I am a slave to my lord pledged to his service.
Marking mortal privation when firmly in place. An enduring summation inscribed in my face.
When I am caught, I am thrown away. When I escape, you itch all day. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?