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You can spin, wheel and twist. But this thing can turn without moving.
My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
This is rectangular, hollow and has a lid, and where you’ll find it you might wonder, it is just six feet under. What is it?
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail