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A dragons tooth in a mortals hand I kill I maim I divide the land.
What did the thief get for stealing the calendar?
In your fire you hear me scream creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
I have no head and a tail I lack but I do have arms and legs and back; I inhabit the palace the tavern the cot 'tis a beggarly residence where I am not. If a monarch were present (I tell you no fable) I still should be placed at the head of the table.
I am in the past, never in the future. I don't exist, but have existed. I saw what you saw, and this is what I will ever see. What am I?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.