Answer:
Two horses, swiftest traveling, harnessed in a pair, and grazing ever in places. Distant from them.
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
I'm not man's best friend, I'm their enemy, I can mark your end, yet you do not see me, I am very small, but very tough, If you have me, then you have it rough.
What kind of table has no legs?
What always goes to bed with his shoes on?
The profession of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton