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I go around a yard but does not move.
With three eyes and as black as night I frequently knock down ten men with a single strike!
I reach for the sky but clutch to the ground. Sometimes I leave but I am always around.
Four leaves I have.
After you go through a fall, I will take over. All life will stall, or at least grow slower. What am I?
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?