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I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I have plenty of backbone, but lack a good leg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole.
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
A building where people and stories are on stage
What goes through a door but never goes in. And never comes out?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.