Today I was given a riddle,
confused and transfixed.
I sat and fiddled,
with this very odd riddle.
I never answered,
nor was it answered for the class.
So I thought I'd ask the mass.
A fortress that surrounds
liquid gold.
It shields and bounds
in the cold.
The white walls can peel in certain heat,
revealing gold that's never hard to eat.
With fortress walls that seem fake.
What could this be?
Sometimes the walls can never break.
So for your sake,
What am I?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of sorts
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