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I am the kind of soda you must not drink.
My voice is tender my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
First you see me in the grass dressed in yellow gay; next I am in dainty white, then I fly away. What am I?
I am slim and tall many find me desirable and appealing they touch me and I give a false good feeling once I shine in splendor but only once and then no more for many I am to die for.
The thunder comes before the lightning and the lightning comes before the cloud The rain dries all the land it touches wrapping the earth in a blood red shroud.
Why did the stadium get so hot after the game?