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I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, awaiting to be filled in the morning
Why are there no living cats on Mars?
What has feet and legs and nothing else?
What do you call a can opener that doesnβt work?
What does an envelope say when you lick it?
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths.