Answer:
Though I wander the earth, I am no longer here. I am pale and I chill everyone near. Who am I?
My second is performed by my first, and it is thought a thief by the marks of my whole might be caught.
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
You can tumble in it, roll in it, burn it, animal eat it. Used to cover floors, still used beyond stall doors. Freshens whatever it is placed on. Absorbs whatever is poured into it.
I am rarely touched but often held. If you are smart you'll use me well. What am I?