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I can’t go left I can’t go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high.
I am round as an apple, deep as a cup. All the King's horses can't pull me up. What am I?
I stink in living but when dead smells good.
Cold head and feet; round as a ball; always turning around myself.
I have skin, more eyes than one. I can be very nice when I am done. What am I?
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?