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I'm blue, but when you see me I'm red. You don't see me too often. I'm there for you if you're hurt, but I'm good for you. What am I?
Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly past, for a child, I last forever, for adults, I'm gone too fast.
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see. What am I?
I contain five little items of an everyday sort. You can find all five in a tennis court.
With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?
What is lighter than what it is made of?