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Autumn leaves and bad bowlers wreak havoc on this
Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover. And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover. I'm high, and I'm low, though flat in the middle. And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little.
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
By the way, what never moves, wears shoes, sandals and boots, but has no feet?
What scientists might call your pooch.
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?