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The more you work, the more I'll eat.You keep me full, I'll keep you neat. What am I?
Every night I'm told what to do, and each morning I do what I'm told. But I still don't escape your scold. What am I?
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
People walk in and out of me. They push me and I follow. When they walk out on me I close up and I stay waiting for the next person to walk into my life when I have a more open mind
What gets broken without being held?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?