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Crooked as a rainbow, and slick as a plate, Ten thousand horses can't pull it straight.
What building has the most stories?
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
Hold these between your knees if you want to set a Cuban beat.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.