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Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
Iron on a mammal. Mammal on your feet.
My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
You can see nothing else, When you look in my face, I will look you in the eye, And I will never lie.
I am a span of time you can always see through I am also the timepiece with the most pieces. What am I?
I met a man and drew his name. He tipped his hat and played my game. What is his name?