I have two faces, but no eyes to see, I have no legs, yet I travel far and free. I can buy your desires or sit in a slot, Flipping in air to decide on the spot.

I should be sturdy and sound, Without me it all falls apart. But at times, I am broken down Like when I’m around a heart. I wonder, can you guess my name? Or will another word I frame?

In a popular board game, named by the animal and this, this thing stands for good deeds that get you ahead, as opposed to the vicious snake that sets you back.

I am born from fire or friction, I carry water but am not a cloud, break me and I weep, leave me and I heal. What am I?

I rest in coil until duty calls, Then stretch across the green and walls. I drink deeply from the spigot’s crown, And spit a cool stream all over town. I can fight a flame or feed a tree, Yet without my spray, I’m limp and free.