In spring I look gay, Covered in a green array, The warmer it gets the more clothing I wear, As the cold grows, I throw away my clothes.
What can't you see, hear or feel, until it's too late.
What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
I defend without weapons, stand without legs, wound without force, and I am harder to fight than to kill. What am I?See answer
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