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I am as hard as metal, yet as flimsy as glass. I shine like a star, yet I am only a rock. What am I?
A hole in a pole. Though I fill a hole in white I'm used more by the day and less by the night
I am made of wood but can't be sawed? What am I?
I am a red drum which sound without being touched and grow silent when I am touched.
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 do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?