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Sharp and long, flag of the world. What is it?
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
He's dead with a metal bar across his back. When a woman sees him, she is very pleased. This was all perfectly legal. What's going on?
Metal or bone I may be, many teeth I have and always bared. Yet my bite harms no one. And ladies delight in my touch.
I am free the first time and second time but the third time is going to cost you money.