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At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
As destructive as life, As healing as death; An institutioner of strife, Just as prone to bless. It is all that is good, Yet with an evil trend; As it was the beginning of things, It can also be the end.
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
Once they sailed the sea, now they surf the web
Round as an apple, deep as a cup, and all the kings' horses can't fill it up. What is it?
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.