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I am round as an apple, deep as a cup. All the King's horses can't pull me up. What am I?
My first is high my second damp my whole a tie a writer's cramp.
I am black of eye and bright of hair. I fast into the ground and follow my lord as he races around the world. What am I?
Sing me to a baby about to go to sleep.
I am a mini solar powered computer.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk