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A hill full, a hole full, yet you cannot catch a bowl full.
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
What's black when you get it, red when you use it, and white when you're all through with it?
I walked and walked and at last I got it. I didn't want it. So I stopped and looked for it. When I found it, I threw it away.
who do you think you know but sometimes you don't
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.