Answer:
What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do?
A seed am I, three letters make my name. Take away two and I still sound the same.
We are few to the wise; We are abundant to the drunken; We can calm the beast and are precious to the child; We can devour the heart, without piercing the skin
I am a fire's best friend. When fat, my body fills with wind. When pushed to thin, through my nose I blow. Then you can watch the embers glow.
I'm flat. You use me everyday. You need me to live. But you give me away everyday. I'm coloured and I have a founding father on me. What am I?
I can only be played on a windy day