Answer:
I am a sharp looking horse with a flaxen tail. The longer I run the shorter my tail becomes.
You use me from your head to your toes. The more I work, the thinner I grow. What am I?
I must be broken before you can use me.
I live off of a busy street. If you want, you can stay for an hour or two. But if you don't pay rent, I'll tell on you. What am I?
Sometimes dark and sometimes bright I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call yet mountains I cannot move at all. My face is marred and gray But I'm majestic anyway
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.