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When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever.
If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not rich, but leave silver in my track.
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?