Answer:
What do you get when you cross a cow with a trampoline?
I transfer oxygen from the atmosphere to your blood
I hold two meanings. With one I may be broken with the other I hold on.
I always murmur but never talk. Always run but never walk. I have a bed but never sleep, have a mouth but never speak. What am I?
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
What is full of holes but still holds water?