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He has married many women, but has never been married. Who is he?
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
They make no sense at all, In them you either fly or fall. They make you do it all. Their need is biologic, but they are most illogic. They are not real but still can be achieved, If they are just believed
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.