I have feathers and I fly, but have no beak nor do I cry. So weak you could break me in your hand, but so strong that I too could kill a man.

The very young or the very old may need me. I can be of the disposable type, or you may choose to re-use me. Sometimes, I’m full of crap.

I have a spine, yet I have no bones. I am a book with pages made of light, And I must be fed a cord to survive the night.

In the first half of me, a smile from this emotion you shall see! In the second half, I reveal myself behind leaves which fall in colors of Merigold and Tangerine.

My partner in convenience is eleven Open all day in most places is heaven All have food, drinks, plus some have fuel Best to avoid the hot dogs, don't be a fool