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MY first in childhood is unknown,
To us ’tis by experience shown;
It has a prominent position
Wherever there ’s an Exhibition.
My last, though old and like to die,
Perhaps possessing but one eye;
Are of small value, people say,
And pass them carelessly each day.
D stands for them, and I have found
Them often in the common pound.
My whole, men struggle to control,
And with my last they meet my whole.
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MY first, although of use to men
Is scarcely worth a stiver;
But when a twin, it cannot then
Be managed by a driver.
My first ’s my second and my third,
A thread is wound around it;
I lost it once, and on my word,
’T was by my whole I found it.