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I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
The edge of earth and bread.
You can tumble in it, Roll in it, Burn it, Animals eat it, Used to cover floors, Still used beyond stall doors. Freshens whatever it is placed on, Absorbs whatever is poured into it. What is it?
A person who chews the ends of their fingers
They are the shore's gallant knights.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?