A modern brewing riddle.

drawing of a medieval brewer in a warehouse

I float not on the tide, the tide floats in me.

A geyser comes if I am wakened too soon, a veritable flood of good tidings

Or  else of ill, if my flood be not clear and foaming.

Here’s beer in your eye! Mind the ceiling!

Made with brace and bit but neither bracing nor bitten,

Made with augur without augury, yet I can be an augur of things to come.

An eye in the flat order ambien online legal head or the rounded brown side, it makes no differ to me.

My eye is for yours if your ears tell you not what you want to know.

What am I?

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This is the first riddle I’ve ever written.  I really hope some one guesses it!



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