Answer:
Who plays when he works and works when he plays?
When I type I tap these on the keys
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
What is filled with air and sometimes a gas, tied to a string and often seen on your birthday?
What is red and smells like blue paint?
They come to witness the night without being called, a sailor's guide and a poet's tears. They are lost to the sight each day without the hand of a thief.