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My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
What hangs others yet can unintentionally hang itself?
Although my cow is dead, I still beat her. What a racket she makes!
Two in a whole and four in a pair. And six in a trio you see. And eight's a quartet but what you must get. Is the name that fits just one of me?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?