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I am a ship that can be made to ride the greatest waves. I am not built by objects, but built by minds. What am I?
I help you carry your books.
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go thought follows close behind.
The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, used to cover a stare, they go with you everywhere.
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.