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I am put on the table, cut, but never eaten. What am I?
The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
You see a boat filled with people. It has not sunk but when you look again you don't see a single person on the boat. Why?
I am bought by the yard but worn by the foot
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
I fly to any foreign parts assisted by my spreading wings. My body holds an hundred hearts Nay I will tell you stranger things when I am not in haste I ride and then I mend my pace anon.