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Sometimes I am loud. And viewed with distaste. Poke out my 'eye', then I'm on the front of your face.
Looks like water, but it's heat. Sits on sand, lays on concrete. A play on the eyes, but it's all lies.
Iron on a mammal. Mammal on your feet.
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute. For my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?