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Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust. What am I?
I can be heard in a court or carried with you.
A young man wants to have me but when he has me he no longer wants me. Blade in hand he attacks me and does his best to remove me. Yet he knows that it is all in vain.
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night never alone. my tongue hangs out waiting to be fed during the day.
I stand up tall and am made of steel With baguettes and garlic at my heel. I love the colors red white and blue but obviously not as much as you. I am a marvel for all to see Though to some I am a monstrosity!
It's what light turns into in the night