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In a world of looping elegance, I hug the neck with symmetry, a polished pretzel, perfect for the dapper and dandy. I'm neither a knot nor a noose, yet I bind with charm and grace.

In the realm of code and byte, Commands are given, taking flight, With grip so tight. In pixel worlds vast, Control is cast. A lever's might, a pilot's delight.

I was born in dirt then ripped away, and handed off, his heart on display. Placed on a ledge to show off my beauty, left here to rot for this is my duty. As time drags on, my color she admires, until my head droops and my life expires.

I once moved empires without a sword, crossed oceans in a wooden horde. A pinch of me can wake the tongue, old wars were fought when I was young.