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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?
What breaks when you say its name?
What always ends everything?
You heard me before and then again. Afterward I die until you call me again.
I may be made of metal bone or wood and have many teeth. My bite hurts no one and the ladies love me.
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