Answer:
Although a human shape I wear Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
I am a seed with three letters in my name. Take away the last two and I still sound the same. What am I?
I belong to you but others use me more often than you do. What am I?
I make things short but I am pretty long myself
Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly past; for a child, I last forever; for an adult, I'm gone too fast. What am I?
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