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Every night I'm told what to do and each morning I do what I'm told. But I still don't escape your scold
Six legs two heads two hands one long nose. Yet I use only four legs Wherever I go.
You throw me away, I find my way back. Traditionally, I'm wooden with an arch in my back. What am I?
I am a way to say goodbye to your sweetheart
In your fire you hear me scream creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
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