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This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountains down.
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
I am a span of time you can always see through I am also the timepiece with the most pieces. What am I?
I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I have plenty of backbone, but lack a good leg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole.
They make no sense at all, In them you either fly or fall. They make you do it all. Their need is biologic, but they are most illogic. They are not real but still can be achieved, If they are just believed
Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it, can't see it. What is it?