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The ones who see it may go blind, Contracting the fool's madness. You have to dig to find it, Crush big stones or mine it. Wash dirt clumps in a pan and wait for it to settle, A shiny, precious metal.
My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye
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When does Christmas come before Thanksgiving?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?