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What is round as a dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up?
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.
Often held but never touched. Always wet but never rusts. Often bits but seldom bit. To use it well you must have wit.
I'm a type of pizza that is folded in half before cooking to contain a filling
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