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I row quickly with four oars, but never come out from under my own roof. What am I?
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. What am I?
I am made by nature soft as silk; A puffy cloud white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop.
I'm a word that's hardly there. Take away my start and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?
You bury me when Iām alive and dig me up when Iām dead. What am I?
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