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I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I have plenty of backbone, but lack a good leg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole.
I cost no money to use, or conscious effort to take part of. And as far as you can see, there is nothing to me. But without me, you are dead.
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
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.
Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.