Two Opposite Ends
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      | no. |     Solve |     Word Riddles |   
      |       1    |     A Hand |     No matter who's lost me, I'm sure to be missed, for it's tough to use an arm endig at the wrist |   
      |       2    |     A Mob & Bucket |     When the floor has been polished to a shimmering sheen, we're the items most likely to have kept it clean |   
      |       3   |     A Trio of Rabbits |     In the dangerous woods, we keep near one another; two lengthy-eared babies and protective mother |   
      |       4     |     A Letter 'K' |     A Warrior's created when I'm added to 'night'; you'll find me just once in a 'keyring' or 'kite' |   
      |       5     |     Francis |     The place where I sit is where I rightly belong, for I love nothing more than composing a song |   
      |       6     |     A Apple on the floor |     Upon the room's floor is a strange place for me, since I seemingly came from the wall mural's tree |   
      |       7     |     The Nuber '8' |     I'm a number three more than a foot's toes, inlaid in wood like two connceting O's |   
      |       8     |     A Cat |     That I'm searching for rodents is quite a safe bet; I'm collared and clearly well cared for pet |   
      |       9     |     A Serving Tray |     When pausing from pounding on keys white and blac, I'm where Francis can look for a refreshing snack |   
      |       10    |     A Lightening Bolt |     The edge of a saw and I look much alike, But in a rain storm I'm the one who would strike |   
      | 11 |     A Sun |     I fall in the evening and in morning I rise; if by day you look up, I'm the fire of the skies |   
      | 12  |     A Chess Board |     You'll find me inlaid in a wood tile frame; the blakc and white board for a stragetic game |   
      |       13     |     Maria |     At Francis' side, I'll listen a while; enjoying the melodies which make him smile |   
      |       14     |     A Book marked with a tree |     I should be on the shelf with my literary kin, but Iay on the ground, my tree tales within |   
      |       15     |     A Numeral 4 |     Made of a 'V' and a line perfectly straight, I amount to the value that is half of eight |   
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