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Feb 06. 2026
When at sea I’m on the left, when at dock it’s where I’m at. In a glass I’m sweet and dense, apocryphally I’m the start of posh. I’ve carried this riddle far enough, what am I?
Feb 06. 2026
When at sea I’m on the left, when at dock it’s where I’m at. In a glass I’m sweet and dense, apocryphally I’m the start of posh. I’ve carried this riddle far enough, what am I?