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I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
What must be in the oven yet can not be baked? Grows in the heat yet shuns the light of day? What sinks in water but rises with air? Looks like skin but is fine as hair?
My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
You can see nothing else, When you look in my face, I will look you in the eye, And I will never lie.
Thirty white horses on a red hill, first they champ, then they stamp, then they stand still.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail