I’m a step up solution, not a stair, Reach the high, but I’m no bear. Lean on me, I’ll point you sky, Yet in words, I’m just a way up high. What am I?

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i have a barrel no shotgun, I hold the safe but no money

The path of a well thrown American football pass. A staircase that goes round and round. The shape of a galaxy important to me and to you. The cut of a holiday ham.

The morning’s first sound, Doze must be pressed, On that button so round, To ensure you continue, Your comfortable rest.