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Without a bridle or a saddle across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride by help of me though almost blind are made to see.
I am a type of cheese made backwards
I plow and plow, but never sow. What am I?
Crooked as a rainbow and slick as a plate, ten thousand horses can't pull me straight. What am I?
I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
A word of five letters, Upside down is the same, A shark does this, But itβs not to blame. What is the word?