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I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone. My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day. What am I?
hide me from your parents if you have done bad academically this year.
I have a title and many pages. I am a genteel of genteel descent. I am a killer veteran of war. I am a slave to my lord pledged to his service.
My first is high my second damp my whole a tie a writer's cramp.
I have roots nobody sees. I am taller than trees. Up up I go but I never grow.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.