A slip of paper, fabric, or more, A simple mark to keep your score. I save your spot within a page, A single sign through every age.

This desktop item made a teacher's wife and Persian god king blush. Not a pen or pencil, chalk, eraser, or a brush. Paper tried to hug it once, then let out a curse. But when it tried to cleave the rock, its feelings wound up hurt.

If you like this font, then the answer should be clear. I'm what jumps over the dog, quickly as I hear.

Today at the bank, an old lady asked me to check her balance, so I . . .

A vessel of grace, pouring life with a gentle embrace. From the mound, it sends its flair, or in the kitchen, it stands with care.