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A seed am I, three letters make my name. Take away two and I still sound the same.
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
A girl was ten on her last birthday, and will be twelve on her next birthday. How is this possible?
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
My first is twice in apple but not once in tart. My second is in liver but not in heart. My third is in giant and also in ghost. Whole Iām best when I am roast.
I am your mother's brother's only brother in law. Who am I?