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I am alive without breath and cold as death. I am never thirsty but always drinking.
What gets sharper the more you use it?
I am used to bat with, yet I never get a hit. I am near a ball, yet never thrown. 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
I have feathers that help me fly; with head and body but I'm not alive. Very skinny and a fixed length how far I go depends on your strength.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?