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I am so delicate that even mentioning me breaks me. What am I?
My head and tail both equal are my middle slender as a bee. Whether I stand on head or heel Is quite the same to you or me. But if my head should be cut off the matter's true though passing strange directly I to nothing change.
Bright as diamonds, loud as thunder, never still, a thing of wonder. What am I?
I am there when you sit, but gone when you stand. What am I?
I am a seed with three letters in my name. Take away the last two and I still sound the same. What am I?
As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.