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Golden treasure I contain, Guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed, then left to build my treasure anew
As light as a feather, but you can’t hold it for ten minutes.
What is it which builds things up? Lays mountains low? Dries up lakes, and makes things grow? Cares not a whim about your passing? And is like few other things, because it is everlasting?
We are five little objects of an everyday sort. You will find us all in a tennis court.
A device for finding furniture in the dark.
I can only be played on a windy day
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?