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You use me from your head to your toes. The more I work, the thinner I grow. What am I?
Although a human shape I wear, mother I never had. By every miss I'm valued much, still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised. What am I?
I sit in a corner while travelling around the world.
I have roots that no one sees and I am taller than trees. Up, up I go, but never do I grow. What am I?
To you, rude would I never be, though I flag my tongue for all to see. 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