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I am the place where yesterday is always before today. What am I?
I am used to bat with, yet I never get a hit. I am near a ball, yet never thrown. What am I?
I pass before the sun, yet make no shadow. I'm all around you, but you cannot see me. What am I?
I march before armies a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
I am a pretty one, fluttering in the pale blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.