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I work when I play and play when I work
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
I look at you, you look at me. I raise my right, you raise your left. What am I?
I have feathers that help me fly; with head and body but I'm not alive. Very skinny and a fixed length how far I go depends on your strength.
I look like a tiny trombone
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?