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Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
I have it, I donβt share it. If I share it, I donβt have it. What is it?
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes. I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
A house with two occupants, sometimes one, rarely three. Break the walls, eat the boarders, then throw away me.
You throw me out when you want to use me and you take me in when you don't want to use me. Who am I?
What has feet and legs and nothing else?