I can make a simple meal feel like a feast, and turn a stranger into a friend. I cost nothing to give, but I am worth more than gold. Though I live in the heart, I am often spoken aloud.

A game made for kings To test one’s whit You pull the strings But Sometimes it makes you throw a fit

I can be in your garden. Very close to lettuce. I can be on a deck, to block partial, vendettas. I’m usually found by various vines. Through my windows and crosses, Nature weaves its design.

What’s heard with classic-toon, frying pan knots. Though typically, metal to metal it knocks. Urban Diction resides, when it’s first is ‘S’ swapped. First and second fused to one, Joe Dirt’s catch phrase unlocked.

I show you what isn't there you made me out of nothing the closer you look I vanish I was never really here