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I need to be taken from you before you can have me.
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.
I have two bodies joined together as one. When standing still I run and run.
I am full of holes but still holds water.
I go around in circles but always straight ahead never complain no matter where I am led. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?