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I can be sweet or sour. I do not rhyme with any other word
I am a key that is playful. What am I?
I am put on the table, cut, but never eaten. What am I?
Although a human shape I wear Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
I produce wool and spit a lot
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk