Answer:
What pulls you down and never lets go?
I can be as thin as a picture frame but my insides have many things you can see.
What is red, bloody and smells like an orange?
I am the yellow hem of the sea's blue skirt.
Round and round I go never stopping in a continuous flow. I hang out with numbers each and every day and nothing ever gets on my way. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?