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They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.
You can tumble in it, roll in it, burn it, animal eat it. Used to cover floors, still used beyond stall doors. Freshens whatever it is placed on. Absorbs whatever is poured into it.
Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble.
We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
I have a hundred legs, but cannot stand. I have a long neck, but no head. I cannot see. I'm neat and tidy as can be.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?