Put me in your mouth, but don't eat me. I can start and end your day just right. Clean and fresh from my bristled head.

I’m made of wood, a spring, and wire, To catch the thief is my desire. I offer a meal that's small and sweet, But snap shut fast beneath their feet.

Only entering, parking, and backing up, unless you're rural or super rich. Yet you drive on my opposite, like some oxymoronical glitch.

I am the ink on Popeye’s arm and the reason the S. S. Miss Daisy stays put. I am cast aside to keep you close and pulled back to let you wander.

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