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Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
I am lighter than the material I am made of. You see parts of me but more of me is hidden underneath.
You bind me and I walk. You loosen me and I stop. What am I?
I have a frame but no pictures. I have poles but not standing up. What am I?
I'm a word that's hardly there. Take away my start and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?
What language does a billboard speak?