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I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
My seas have no water, my mountains have no rock, and my land has no grass. What am I?
You are my brother, but I am not your brother. Who am I?
I encourage people to run home and steal
No matter how hard you hit me, no matter how much I hurt, I'll always go for a laugh. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?