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Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
Brothers and sisters I have none but this man's father is my father's son. Who is the man?
Two year-old children who throw tantrums get this nickname. So did the tsar "Ivan."
Everybody's got one.
The buyer doesn’t want it, the producer doesn’t need it and the user doesn’t know their using it.
I always have to work with something in my eye. What am I?