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Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that do not rust. What is it?
What is always coming every day, but never arrives until the next?
I cannot be felt, seen or touched; Yet I can be found in everybody; My existence is always in debate; Yet there is a style of music named after me.
With sharp edged wit and pointed poise. It can settle disputes without making a noise.
The more you take away, the bigger it gets.
Pirates put their booty in it.
Easy
Animal
Difficult
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?