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I am mother and father, but never birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander.
Ten men's strength, ten men's length. Ten men can't break it, yet a young boy walks off with it.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?