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When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever.
The weapon of choice to create the biggest shock.
You seek it out, when your hunger is ripe. It sits on four legs, and smokes a pipe.
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
What binds two people yet touches only one?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?