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No legs have I to dance, no lungs have I to breathe. No life have I to live or die, and yet I do all three. What am I?
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
I may be made of metal bone or wood and have many teeth. My bite hurts no one and the ladies love me.
I cannot be burned in fire or drowned in water
Some will use me, others not. Some have remembered, others forgot. For profit or gain, I'm used expertly. I can't be picked off the ground or tossed into the sea. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?