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I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
What kinds of men are always above board?
All about the house, with his lady he dances, yet he always works, and never romances.
This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountains down.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.