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I am partially baked. I am not completely lit. I am a portion of the moon. I am lesser than full wit. I am a divider of the hour. I am not a total lie. I am a sibling through one parent.
You are owed one of these when someone wrongs you
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?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month. What am I?
Inside a burning house, this thing is best to make. And best to make it quickly, before the fire's too much to take.
As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.