Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Riddle Me This

To me you speak and from me you hear
voices traveling from far and near
You poke me and prod me, I don't complain
I'm not alive and so must abstain
Bought with gold, you pay to keep me live
-without me you could not survive
You come when I call, who's master now?
If only I could I would take a bow.

What am I?

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