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With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
I can be used to type and point you see. But don't forget, you can count on me. What am I?
Fuels backyard get-ยญtogethers
As soft as silk, as white as milk, as bitter as gall, a thick green wall, and a green coat covers me all.
What has roots as nobody sees, is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet never grows?
I can only be played on a windy day