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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 can be hairy and itchy all over. I hang on a stick. I can be the scariest thing you have ever seen. I stand in the middle of nowhere.
In my yard there's a bed with no pillows a trunk with no clothes a branch with no leaves. What am I looking at?
I cover what's real; hide what is true, but sometimes bring out the courage in you. What am I?
I never sleep yet sometimes I weep. I can get angry or just be happy. Wherever you go, I will follow. No matter what you do, I will be there. I cannot die. 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