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I am so simple that I can only point. Yet I guide men all over the world.
A word I know, six letters it contains. Subtract just one and twelve remains.
Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain. Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
Blend a teapot shot so the pearlies wonβt rot!
Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?