Answer:
A squiggly line tells you when you've done it wrong
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.
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Makes arrows fly and kites soar!
What is in seasons, seconds, centuries, and minutes, but not in decades, years, or days?
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.