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Sometimes I am loud. And viewed with distaste. Poke out my 'eye', then I'm on the front of your face.
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
I am nothing really at all, Yet I am easily foundΝΎ Ignore me at your own peril, and you might end up crowned!
A beacon from home to guide your way. It can be a lifesaver on a stormy day. What is it?
Why was the cook arrested?