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I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, awaiting to be filled in the morning
Which bow can't be tied?
Why is the letter B always cool?
Why do cats make good soldiers?
Where do cows go to dance?
In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.