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I follow the orders of only two. I respect the work of only two. I am in constant battles with many, Though one surpassed them all. With forces joined, We created hell, Until our mutual enemy fell. Who am I?
What can run but can’t walk?
I can be used to type and point you see. But don't forget, you can count on me. What am I?
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardener’s tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, one’s a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
We are five little objects of an everyday sort. You will find us all in a tennis court.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?