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The weapon of choice to create the biggest shock.
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes. I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
Searing 'cross the pitchยญ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
I'm not man's best friend, I'm their enemy, I can mark your end, yet you do not see me, I am very small, but very tough, If you have me, then you have it rough.
A man who was outside in the rain without an umbrella or hat didnโt get a single hair on his head wet. Why?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?