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What measures out time until in time all is smashed to it?
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.
Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river can’t fill it up. What is it?
You can read it both ways, I wear; One way it's a number, reversed a snare.
Creatures of power, creatures of grade, creatures of beauty, creatures of strength. As for their lives, they set everything's pace. For all things must come to live. Under their emerald embrace Either in their life or in their death.
What is lighter than what it is made of?