According to Homer, it will turn you inside out. ; ) ~ F
Sometimes patchy when I roll in, a tease for what might have been. You'll cancel the trip if I don't lift; sail with me, the ship's adrift. Cast as mysterious, I'm hot and cold. The sun burns me up, water is gold. I sneak by on what fell, but a beacon of light does tell.
What am I? Stop by Thursday for the answer.
I gave you 2 clues!
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