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Just a Riddle

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Chris Weyant

I am devourer of the earth;

I lessen all things worth;

I deliver men to their riding;

All will yeild to my bidding;

I have no value to permit;

Yet all name me exquisite;

My presence never began;

Everlasting is my lifespan;

what am I?

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