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I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
Used left or right, I get to travel over cobblestone or gravel. Used up, I vie for sweet success, used down, I cause men great duress.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?
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Animal
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Food
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Kids
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What am I?