My first’s what you do when you’ve something to say. My second’s a test when you’ve gotten an A. Combined, I’m a place where the flappers would play.

Digital armor so you don’t get pinned Pricks caught up in dimples instead of in prints Original token of Parker Bros. fame Ripped off the board of the true landlord game.

No longer an empire, but useful as you relax and reflect on the past.

Cloaked in bridal white, I glide upon the mirror's face. My silence is a song, my neck a question's trace. I am often the subject of legends told, of transformation or of beauty brave and bold. What am I?

The fight for freedom. That spin much around the sun. The time for changing.