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A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
I'm sometimes white and always wrong. I can break a heart and hurt the strong. I can build love or tear it down. I can make a smile or bring a frown.
We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
When the day after tomorrow is yesterday, today will be as far from Wednesday as today was from Wednesday when the day before yesterday was tomorrow. What is the day after this day?
If it’s information you seek, come and see me. If it’s pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?