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A home of wood in a wooded place, but built not by hand. High above the earthen ground, it holds its pale blue gems. What is it?
who do you think you know but sometimes you don't
Through its wounds, water does run. It once held many but now has none. What is it?
Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover. And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover. I'm high, and I'm low, though flat in the middle. And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little.
A seed am I, three letters make my name. Take away two and I still sound the same.
Why was the cook arrested?