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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?
Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
Though it be cold, I wear no clothes. The frost and snow I never fear. I value neither shoes nor hose and yet I wander far and near. What am I?
An action done on mosquito bites
I start in little but I end in full you'll find me in half and complete.
you hold my tail while I fish for you