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I lose my head in the morning and regain back it at night.
I have no head and a tail I lack but I do have arms and legs and back; I inhabit the palace the tavern the cot 'tis a beggarly residence where I am not. If a monarch were present (I tell you no fable) I still should be placed at the head of the table.
I am a sharp looking horse with a flaxen tail. The longer I run the shorter my tail becomes.
Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony, for others I am relief! What am I?
The dirtier I get, the whiter I am. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?