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Thousands lay up gold within this house, But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, But no man wards it.
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.
My first master has four legs, my second master has two. My first I serve in life, my second I serve in death. Tough I am, yet soft beside. Against ladies cheeks I often reside.
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
I'm full of holes, yet I'm full of water.
What language does a billboard speak?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?