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I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
I climb higher when hot, But beware my rage, Iโll kill with a breath, If I can escape my cage
At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
I am nothing really at all, Yet I am easily foundอพ Ignore me at your own peril, and you might end up crowned!
Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.