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I belong to you but others use me more often than you do
I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole. What am I?
The more you have of it the less you see. What is it?
The Titanic is still here.
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go thought follows close behind.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk