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I grow where no flower grows, where no light touches the walls, up or down, that I don't care, was here before people were.
They belong to me; they belong to you; They can make you feel happy or make you feel blue; They never end until the day you do.
Hands she has but does not hold. Teeth she has but does not bite. Feet she has but they are cold. Eyes she has but without sight.
Round as a button, deep as a well. If you want me to talk, you must first pull my tail.
Autumn leaves and bad bowlers wreak havoc on this
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?