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We hurt without moving. We poison without touching. We bear the truth and the lies. We are not to be judged by our size.What are we?
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground It holds pale gems of blue.
Thirty white horses on a red hill, first they champ, then they stamp, then they stand still.
You can hold it without using your hands or arms. What is it?
At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.