I protect, I stand tall my purpose is to strike fear in all. What am I?
A scarecrow.
Who makes it, has no need for it. Whoever buys it won’t use it. Who uses it, won’t care. What am I?
A casket.
I have a name but it isn’t mine You don’t think about me while in your prime People cry when I’m in their sight Others lie with me all day and night. What am I?
A tombstone.
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