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.

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.

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I love to dance and twist and prance. I shake my tail, as away I sail. Wingless I fly into the sky.

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Double my number, I'm less than a score. Half of my number is less than four. Add one to my double when bakers are near. Days of the week are still greater, I fear.

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Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,

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Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.

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If you're stealing honey, be prepared to receive vengeance in this form.

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Jan 30, 2026

What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?

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