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Notes - Riddle-poem I wrote back in '01 - what is it? -- A plume of metal, silver and gold A relief for some to see My teeth are sharp and always bared I'll be the one to take you home I can be a maze with no end sometimes Yet without me, you'd be lost I am the way out, that simple code That you keep close and in secret But so many times you just throw me aside I fall in the cracks of your world Like a dusty penny - don't you care? No, just turn to my newborn twin You might think of me again In desperation, in useless reflection But in that minute, you can't reach me And I won't come running to help