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Covered in stone and sun. It's home to many but also none. What is it?
It's like food but water kills it. What is it?
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
I am the yellow hem of the sea's blue skirt.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?