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Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
With sharp edged wit and pointed poise. It can settle disputes without making a noise.
As soft as silk, as white as milk, as bitter as gall, a thick green wall, and a green coat covers me all.
I am a box that holds keys without locks, yet they can unlock your soul.
When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?