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My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
What do you have when you're sitting down that you don't have when you're standing up?
What can be measured but not seen?
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.
The higher I climb, the hotter I engage. I cannot escape from my crystal cage.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.