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A dagger thrust at my own heart dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand and right I yield to the twisting of the blade. What am I?
What is the difference between a poorly dressed man on a bike, and a well-dressed man on a unicycle?
I'm a word that's hardly there. Take away my start and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?
You write on me and secrets I can keep in places never seen. I spin like a top. Though stiff as a board, I'm often described like a mop. What am I?
What is always in front of you but can't be seen?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.