Answer:
What kind of table has no legs?
In the evening I'm long, in the morning I'm small; When seen in a ballroom, I'm nothing at all.
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
It is by nature, soft as silk; A puffy cloud, white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop
If I have it, I don't share it. If I share it, I don't have it. What is it?
I have two bodies joined together as one. When standing still I run and run.