The sands of time Swirl and whirl within me, Their tiny grains falling, Counting the seconds with gravity. It seems I always go too fast, So use what I represent wisely, Keep the memories and make them last.

Shell worth more than it's weight in stone... mechanics inside me uniquely their own... Can be recreated but not the same. .. Few rare originals own the name ..

My first four are component key of early semaphore My last four are a pair unique, just two on Earth, no more But really I am used to raise what enemies abhor

Hammers, tapes, wratchets and the such, all find a home in my metallic hutch. Pull me out at project's start, I'm bound to house many a spare part.

Has many teeth but cannot bite, Straightena tangles to make you look right. If you are bald, it's useless quite, Just plastic trash left in your sight