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I always run but never walk, often murmur, never talk, have a bed but never sleep, have a mouth but never eat. Who am I?
This man has an obsession with spinach.
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
I'm a soft frozen food made with sweetened and flavored milk fat. I'm usually put in a waffle cone.
One time every year, there is a very special day. Little have the same, everyone party a different way.
Before I grow I'm small. When I'm old I grow tall. When I die I give a mighty fall.