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Gold forged by the toil of a thousand smiths,

Tell me: what could taste better than this?


As clear as amber, and languid in flow.
Stored column on column, row on row.

What am I?

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You are HONEY

A tall friend, with back bent and arms out-stretched,


Without him, no matter can be far-fetched.
Only by his aid, can fortune be found;
Can fiat be flouted; and fox flee hound.

Who is he?

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He is the letter 'F'

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