1)
Runs smoother than any rhyme,
Loves to fall, but cannot climb.
2)
Mountains will crumble,
Temples will fall;
No man can survive
Its endless call.
3)
Often held, but rarely touched,
Always wet, but never rusts;
Often bites, but seldom bit,
To use me well you must have wit.
4)
My days are in the summer,
When I'm eaten nice and hot;
In fact I'll even eat myself,
When the competition's really taut.
In war I may be in a fight,
Way high up in the sky;
And if you catch me napping,
I suggest you let me lie.
When you're bad,
Come to my house;
With MA think sacred and profound.
I may be big, small, top, or under,
Or I may be just a pound.
Answers:
1. Water
2. Time
3. Tongue
4. Dog
Dog days of summer
Hotdog
Dog-eat-dog
Dogfight
Let sleeping dogs lie
Doghouse
Dogma
Dog pound
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