I build your frame, but I am not wood or stone. Dogs love to chew me, and I'm buried alone. I can break, I can heal, and I'm hidden within.

People keep things close to me when they don’t want to show their hands. I’m perfect for those in-between weather days. I can be puffy, argyle, or bullet-proof.

I start as a liquid, then harden my form,But I vanish completely whenever it’s warm.Shaved down and drowned in sweet syrup, I’m a treat,Or a silver-bladed highway for your skating feet.

if i call bulls--t on you, i am the final word. load me up inside a gun, little pops will be heard. pull my shade down, will you? the sun is in my eyes. dang, you really stretched me out now i'm not even the right size!

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