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I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night i sit, never alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, waiting to be filled in the morning. What am i?
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I.
I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night i sit, never alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, waiting to be filled in the morning. What am i?
anwer is on the next page..