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I am a protector of the scoreboard.
I have to be broken before I can be used
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone. My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day. What am I?
I am made by nature soft as silk; A puffy cloud white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop.
Sometimes I am white, sometimes I am dark. Most people love me. What am I?
I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher, more wrinkles crawl on to the face. What am I?