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I am flora not fauna. I am foliage not trees. I am shrubbery not grass.
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes; I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
I am a place where time is told. I am not bought and I am not sold. What am I?
An open ended barrel I am shaped like a hive. I am filled with the flesh and the flesh is alive.
Adored by few, feared and hated by many. Mistress of the entire universal reason, master in the art of numbers. Some may have solved many of my mysteries, but there are still many of them to find. What am I?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?