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I can be used to type and point you see. But don't forget, you can count on me. What am I?
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
What does man love more than life, fear more than death or mortal strife. What the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire. What the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves. And all men carry to their graves.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
A nut cracker up in a tree.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?