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I build up castles. I tear down mountains. I make some men blind. I help others to see.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
A muttered rumble was heard from the pen, and I, in my walking stopped to look in. What was this I saw? A massive beast, hoofed, and jawed. With spikes upon its mighty brow, I watched as he struck the turf and prowled. And yet for all of his magnificence, he couldn't get out of that wooden fence.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?