I can be made,
And unmade,
I can be one among many,
Or grouped to form something,
***
Some use me,
As a weapon,
In the games they play.
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With a shovel,
And someone who knows,
I make a dome,
For Eskimos.
***
With some coal,
A scarf, a hat,
And some magic,
I form a friend.
***
What am I?
©The Pesky Poet
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