I cannot be other than what I am,
Until the man who made me dies,
Power and glory will fall to me finally,
Only when he last closes his eyes.
We travel much, yet prisoners are, and close confined to boot.
Yet with any horse, we will keep the pace, and will always go on foot.
What are they?
I bubble and laugh
And spit water in your face.
I am no lady,
And I don't wear lace.
I am something all men have but all men deny. Man created me but no man can hold me. What am i?See answer
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