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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'm very tempting, so its said, I have a shiny coat of red, and my flesh is white beneath. I smell so sweet, taste good to eat, and help to guard your teeth.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
If you happen to wear one of these warm garments around, you might get doused in red paint.
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?