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Not born, but from a Mother's body drawn. I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old. Then valued for my hardened gold.
A hole in a pole, though I fill a hole in white. I'm used more by the day, and less by the night.
Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep. Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.
Round as a button, deep as a well. If you want me to talk, you must first pull my tail.
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.