Two hands meet but do not fight, We grip together, firm and tight. We seal a deal without a pen, Or greet a friend we meet again. A sign of peace from days of old, A silent story clearly told.

My favorite pastime since I was a lad, rca cables got tangled real bad. Sonic and Mario grew up with me, so what was the name of my favorite hobby?

I am the first to be laid, yet I carry the weight, Of the grandest cathedral and the halls of the state. I sit at the angle where two walls must meet, Holding the structure so it stays on its feet.

People often traveled the Silk Road in these, just like the Saharan salts, or a group of camels, Gypsies, or another traveling group. Nowadays, we think of semis, all paired up in groups on the road, especially when country is on the radio.

Once I rode with rats and fleas, bringing kingdoms to their knees. Yet I am more than a fever’s spread, for a locust swarm bears my name instead.