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I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, awaiting to be filled in the morning
What's the difference between a kleptomaniac and a literalist?
What can be right but never wrong?
What two keys can’t open any doors?
What has a head, can't think, but drives?
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.
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What am I?