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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?
Skirts for men.
I am a seed with three letters in my name. Take away the last two and I still sound the same.
I have a hundred legs, but cannot stand. I have a long neck, but no head. I cannot see, and I'm neat and tidy, as can be. What am I?
What gets sharper the more you use it?
Both a currency and an antlered male. What is it?