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I'm full of holes, yet I'm full of water.
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
What has wings, but can not fly. Is enclosed, but can outside also lie. Can open itself up, or close itself away. Is the place of kings and queens and doggerel of every means. What is it upon which I stand? Which can lead us to different lands.
Power enough to smash ships and crush roofs. Yet it still must fear the sun.
Iron on a mammal. Mammal on your feet.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?