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At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?
Used left or right, I get to travel over cobblestone or gravel. Used up, I vie for sweet success, used down, I cause men great duress.
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail