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Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
What an fill a room but takes up no space?
Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change
My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
Sleeping during the day, I hide away. Watchful through the night, I open at dawn's light. But only for the briefest time, do I shine. And then I hide away. And sleep through the day.
Why was the cook arrested?