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I have a ring but no fingers. I used to stay still all the time but nowadays I follow you around.
Without a bridle or a saddle across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride by help of me though almost blind are made to see.
I always murmur but never talk. Always run but never walk. I have a bed but never sleep, have a mouth but never speak. What am I?
My days are numbered. What am I?
I am an instrument capable of making numerous sounds but cannot be touched or seen. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?