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The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
Iron on a mammal. Mammal on your feet.
What's black when you get it, red when you use it, and white when you're all through with it?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?