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There is one in every corner and two in every room.
Everyone has me, but nobody can lose me. What am I?
my rings are not worth much but they do tell my age.
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust. What am I?
What can travel all around the world without leaving its corner?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.