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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.
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
Goes over all the hills and hollows. Bites hard, but never swallows.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk
The land was white the seed was black it'll take a good scholar to riddle me that. What is it?
I repeat only the last word you say. The more I repeat, the softer I got. I cannot be seen but can be heard. What am I?