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I am easy to see, but no one likes looking at me. Without me, there would be no you. What am I?
If there is a bee in my hand, what is in my eye?
What is the edge of earth and bread?
What tastes better than it smells?
Although glory but not at my best. Power will fall to me when the man who made me dies.
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