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Used left or right I get to travel over cobblestone or gravel. Used up I vie for sweet success used down I cause men great duress.
I can be cracked made told and played.
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
I come without being fetched at night, hide away as soon as daylight strikes. Although I may look small, I am much mightier than what you can imagine. What am I?
I am created through suffering, inspiration, joy, and even despair. Born as an idea, and then presented to the human eye. Unlike living things, I never die. What am I?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.