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I spend most of my day eating white. When I am quick enough I get rewarded with fruit and something blue. In a dark room with blue walls I run from the ghosts that roam the halls
You throw me out when you use me and take me in when you are done.
I am a sharp looking horse with a flaxen tail. The longer I run the shorter my tail becomes.
I am taken from a mine and shut in a wooden case from which I am never released. Yet I am used by almost everybody. What am I?
Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
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