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An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!
What measures out time until in time all is smashed to it?
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-Βlegged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
They can float and tickle, but their sound is rarely heard unless you're a pillow or bird. What are they?
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?