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By the way, what never moves, wears shoes, sandals and boots, but has no feet?
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
I look at you, you look at me, I raise my right, you raise your left.
What must be in the oven yet can not be baked? Grows in the heat yet shuns the light of day? What sinks in water but rises with air? Looks like skin but is fine as hair?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?