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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.
I am a box that holds keys without locks, yet they can unlock your soul.
It is an arctic double breasted formal wear.
Though easy to spot, when allowed to plume, It is hard to see, when held in a room.
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?