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The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red. What am I?
Dead on the field lie ten soldiers in white killed by one blade yet there was no fight. What are they?
I fly to any foreign parts assisted by my spreading wings. My body holds an hundred hearts Nay I will tell you stranger things when I am not in haste I ride and then I mend my pace anon.
Tear off my skin. I won't cry, but you will. What am I?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?