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A dagger thrust at my own heart dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand and right I yield to the twisting of the blade. What am I?
My rings are not worth much, but they do tell my age. What am I?
In many hall ways you would stand if not with me in hand.
I'm found in socks ties and hands. What am I?
I am a king who's good at measuring stuff.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?