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My rings are not worth much, but they do tell my age. What am I?
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 start new then become old. Start clean but be one dirty. I usually start big then become little.
I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole. What am I?
You hold my tail while I fish for you. What am I?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.