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I have a tongue, but do not talk. I follow close, but neither run nor walk. Coupled and hitched, but never married. You couldn't bear the load I've carried.
A red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when it is touched.
Put into a pit, locked beneath a grate, guarded through the night, yet it still goes out.
What has wings, but can not fly. Is enclosed, but can outside also lie. Can open itself up, or close itself away. Is the place of kings and queens and doggerel of every means. What is it upon which I stand? Which can lead us to different lands.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
Why is the letter B always cool?