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One riddle... just one? Something I read once.
We are little Brethren Twain;
The epitome of fickle fate.
Arbiters of loss and gain;
Invest in us, wealth we'll create.
In trained hands we're but simple tools;
For them we're serious, for others fun.
Our imperfections can ruin fools;
Our markings number 21.
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\"HELP! I\'ve superglued myself to a flaming bowling ball!\"
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