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I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes. I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
Metal or bone I may be, many teeth I have and always bared. Yet my bite harms no one. And ladies delight in my touch.
What do you use to hoe a row, slay a foe, and wring with woe?
I dig out tiny caves and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. They are the smallest you could imagine. Sooner or later everybody needs my help. Yet many people are afraid to let me help them.
Large as a mountain, small as a pea, Endlessly swimming in a water-less sea.
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.