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I canβt go left I canβt go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high.
I can only be played on a windy day
I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher more wrinkles crawl onto your face.
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. What am I?
You bury me when Iβm alive and dig me up when Iβm dead. What am I?
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?