If everyone receives me, what value remains. I understand the argument, though I do not share the belief. I may be earned, displayed, or placed before a person's title. In the end, I am a keepsake shaped by victory.

Raindrops gather on my skin, yet never reach the one within.

i stand on corners, but no, i'm not that! push a button and your intentions are made clear first you must wait, you'll need patience in fact or else some loud noises you'll hear a chicken's goal I would make easy, if i'm used, you will always be fine those who don't use me may think me cheesey but it's simple just follow the lines

I have a tongue, but I cannot speak, I have a sole, but no soul to keep. I wear sharp teeth or four hard wheels, Bound tightly to your toes and heels. Push off the ground and feel the glide, I am your ticket for a frozen or concrete ride.

A little square of chocolate delight, Fudgy and gooey, a magical bite. Fresh from the oven, warm and sweet, A tiny treasure, an edible treat. Some bake them plain, some call on Mary Jane, Either way, they’ll have you calling their name It waits in the kitchen, tempting you near, Whispering softly, Just one more, my dear