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In the sun I like to play; in the rain I goes away; walk or run I always follow; in the mud I always wallow.
Goes over all the hills and hollows, Bites hard, but never swallows.
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.
What force and strength cannot get through, I with my unique teeth can do. What am I?
I am longer than a decade and shorter than a millennium
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.