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I cut through evil like a double edged sword and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise through battles fought with heart and mind instead of with my gaze.
When I am caught, I am thrown away. When I escape, you itch all day. What am I?
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
I go up when the rain comes down. What am I?
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes; I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?