As it, describes the high. With air, it complies. A running ascension. Less a brace, it denies. If it’s first was a ‘T’: It’s how to keep the line. If your grip has a slip, You can kiss it goodbye.

I’m where the vinyl’s spirit moves, A winding path the needle proves. I’m carved in circles, far out, smooth. Find me, friend, and feel the ? The ? is in the heart! What am I?

Traveling overseas? Keep in mind that without this document you may not proceed through the entrance to the harbour.

With percussive force, hear me as I roar. The sound starts at the strike on skin, Reverberates through my bones and body, And rides out from me in waves. You'll always find me taut in sheer anticipation And with the right rhythm, I will dictate the march- Man, movement, heart Music, time, meaning What am I?

You stare at me while I spin your food, as if supervision makes me work faster.