There’s just one of me while others have many From afar I can look just as big as a penny Honey and blood, in some lyrics from songs You can find me right there but sometimes I’m just gone

My friend said have you tried the drive-thru at McDonald's? I tried it, but the chairs and tables went . . .

I can hide in shells and even stretch through the sky, I follow a sequence found in nature's design, I carry life's secrets in a double line. What am I?

Riddle I travel in circles yet never I roam I live on a face but I never call home I whisper of hours yet never I speak I guide every moment for strong and for weak I stretch with the daylight and fade into night I point without judgment to left and to right Though slender and silent I rule every day Dividing your life in a measured array On towers or wrists I quietly stay A servant of time in a delicate way I move yet am still in a curious art A line that keeps rhythm from finish to start I turn with no footsteps yet always in place I mirror the passing you cannot erase I slice every minute yet leave nothing torn I greet every ending and welcome each morn Still I remain though never alive

You may shower in one, your horse likely has one, I hope your car does not do this, and your toddler may do this when you say it is time for bed.