First is passed from a good meal, or bad, but hopefully it passes in peace, without a smell. Second is a place for turning, sometimes for grinding, often for more. Put together, I am a foe to an imaginative knight, whose dreams led to battles falsely fought.

A soft touch, bundle of fur, A sensation that most are happy to endure, In pictures old, or a memory's haze, A feeling, in a puzzled gaze, Distant remembrance, Or a triggering resemblance.

My big, little brother is only half of me. To drop me, you lose, tell, or throw it perfectly. You can slow down, but it’s more effective if you stop on me. Trade me in for a dozen, a cheap shopping spree.

Three: equality, golf 'okay' Three more: to perish, waste away Saltine seeker, hear and say

You probably have twenty but a hardware store has many more.