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I bubble and laugh and spit water in your face. I am no lady, and I don't wear lace.
What do people want the least on their hands?
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.