I carry food both warm and neat, or send a ball down a polished wooden street. I’m ceramic in one, a motion the next, a single word with meanings mixed.

Tip of the one pyramid, an all-seeing eye on American money. Originally from Bavaria, hidden members, coded communiques, meant to prevent abuse of power. Often seen as a hidden group, it sounds like an Italian light fixture to me.

Replace my second with E and you can wear me Replace my first with P and go back in time Replace my last and put flowers in me. Leave me alone and you can describe outer space

Until I am used, a Blank canvas awaits, Words dance in silent whispers, To tell Fragile stories that deliver. I come from a tree but not with a breeze, Although you can say I am a white leaf

It’s a bit Scary. But when you’re Ginger and Sporty, some Posh people can act like a Baby. All I know is that if you wanted to be their lover, you’d have to get with their friends. Just don’t be bland, you have to add a little seasoning or. . .