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Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that do not rust. What is it?
What pulls you down and never lets go?
No sooner spoken than broken. What is it?
It makes me warm and secure.
Something you carry while singing.
You kick me, you punch me, and you beat me up all class. When you leave, you don't even say thanks for allowing you to beat me up. What am I?