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Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
They can be harbored, but few hold water. You can nurse them, but only by holding them against someone else. You can carry them, but not with your arms. You can bury them, but not in the earth.
What gets beaten, and whipped, but never cries?
The itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot variety is quite popular.
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?