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Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh but my heart is made of stone.
I am a pretty one, fluttering in the pale blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?
I have memories but none of my own whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different it's because you changed me I feel like a decoration here for you to arrange me.
I am the same written forward backward and upside down.
Little Nancy Etticote in a white petticoat. With a red nose; the longer she stands the shorter she grows.
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.