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I have feet on my head
I have an eye but I cannot see. What am I?
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go thought follows close behind.
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh but my heart is made of stone.
First you see me in the grass dressed in yellow gay; next I am in dainty white, then I fly away. What am I?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?