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I widen my jaws when you poke two fingers in me. I especially like to devour papers
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?
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail. What am I?
In buckles or lace I help set the pace. The farther you go the thinner I grow.
you can throw me away but I will always be coming back
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.