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I am the kind of a tree that is carried in your hand. What am I?
I am a million peopleβs wakeup call
You buy me to eat, but never eat me. What am I?
As a stone inside a tree, Iβll help your words outlive thee. But if you push me as I stand, the more I move the less I am.
I can be entertaining until you realize some pieces have been lost.
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