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We are few to the wise; We are abundant to the drunken; We can calm the beast and are precious to the child; We can devour the heart, without piercing the skin
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see.
Neither bought nor sold but more valuable than gold. It is built but not by hand. What is it?
Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. Always watching, never speaking. Always lurking, never seen.
I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I have plenty of backbone, but lack a good leg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole.
I can only be played on a windy day