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Soft hairy from door to door. I am the pet that always stays on the floor.
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?
Where I am there is no south, west, nor east, and weather is not fit for man or beast. What am I?
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go thought follows close behind.
A little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard, amidst a light brown grassy lawn with an outline of a green grass. What am I?
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.