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I spend the day at the window go to the table for meals and hide at night.
My first is a heir; My second's a snare; my whole is the offspring of fancy; which I sent out of play upon Valentine's day As a token of love to my Nancy.
I go through a door but never go in, and never come out. What am I?
Every dawn begins with me. At dusk I'll be the first you see and daybreak couldn't come without. What midday centers all about. Daises grow from me I'm told. And when I come I end all code but in the sun I won't be found. Yet still each day I'll be around.
I am a candy that looks like a shepherdβs staff.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?