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A hole in a pole, though I fill a hole in white. I'm used more by the day, and less by the night.
Gets rid of bad ones, short and tall. Tightens when used, one size fits all.
It is a part of us, and then replaced. It escapes out bodies, to a better place. The world becomes its sizeable home. Its passions unrestraint, the planet it roams.
The man who invented it doesn't want it. The man who bought it doesn't need it. The man who needs it doesn't know it. What is it?
At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.