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My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
I have it, I donโt share it. If I share it, I donโt have it. What is it?
A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
This only turns over once you have traveled very far. What is it?
When Iโm metal or wood, I help you get home. When Iโm flesh and Iโm blood, In the darkness I roam.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.