apple, orange, watermelon, bread, cake, pie, cheese, pizza, life. or sideways golf shot. What am I ?

I have a single eye that cannot see, Yet everything bows in fear of me. I drop from the heavens to spin on the ground, Roaring like freight trains with nobody bound. I wear a funnel but pour no wine, And take what was yours to make it mine.

I have an eye but cannot see, yet thread must often pass through me. Though small in size, my work is fine, joining torn edges line by line.

When toasting I rise, I'm shattered when I fall I can fit in your hand, Or be on the wall. I can sit on your face To make things more clear, Or travel great distances To make things look near. What am I ?

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