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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?
small land in water.
I am alive without breath and cold as death. I am never thirsty but always drinking. What am I?
I work when I play and play when I work. What am I?
You may enter, but you may not come in. I have space, but no room, I have keys, but open no lock. What am I?
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red. What am I?