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Long legs, crooked thighs, little head, and no eyes.
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
When Iām metal or wood, I help you get home. When Iām flesh and Iām blood, In the darkness I roam.
What type of bar gets you wet walking in and out of it but keeps you dry inside?
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
It weighs next to nothing but no one can hold it for long. What is it?