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What kind of table has no legs?
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 points the way without a hand. It floats on water but exists on land?
What I am filled, I can point the way. When I am empty. Nothing moves me. I have two skins. One without and one within.
A harvest sown and reaped on the same day In an unplowed field, Which increases without growing, Remains whole though it is eaten Within and without, Is useless and yet The staple of nations.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.