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Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
I am the tool, for inspiring many. Buy me in the store, for not much more than a penny. Don't overuse me, or my usefulness will go.
In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
I have one eye. See near and far. I hold the moments you treasure and the things that make you weep.
Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?