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I fly yet I have no wings. I cry yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone. My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day. What am I?
Lives in winter, dies in summer, and grows with its roots upward. What is it?
I have a head and a tail but my eyes can never see my tail.
I am black white and read all over.
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.