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I have a lot to say but can't be heard because I can't speak one single word. What am I?
What is harder to catch the faster you run?
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.
Every dawn begins with me. At dusk I'll be the first you see and daybreak couldn't come without. What midday centers all about. Daises grow from me I'm told. And when I come I end all code but in the sun I won't be found. Yet still each day I'll be around.
I am merry creature in pleasant time of year as in but certain seasons I sing that you can hear; And yet I'm made a by-word A very perfect mock; Compared to foolish persons And silliest of all folk.
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.