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I'm written with two letters, said with one and seen with two. What am I?
Everyone has me except for a few. You may not be able to identify me but I can always identify you. What am I?
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
My first though water cures no thirst my next alone has soul and when he lives upon my first he then is called my whole.
I wonβt break if you throw me off from the highest building but I will break if you place me in the ocean.
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