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I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I have plenty of backbone, but lack a good leg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole.
A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.
When I live I cry, If you don't kill me I'll die.
What is long and slim, works in light. Has but one eye, and an awful bite?
Why can't Kevin, who is now living in Canada, not be buried in the USA?