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My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say. What am I?
What has feet and legs, and nothing else?
I am longer than a decade and shorter than a millennium
Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
I go inside boots and outside shoes. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.