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What do you use to hoe a row, slay a foe, and wring with woe?
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
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.
What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
You will find me with four legs, but no hair. People ride me for hours, but I don't go anywhere without needing to be tugged. Jerked or turned on, I always manage to be ready for work.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?