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He has married many women, but has never been married. Who is he?
When they are caught, they are thrown away. When they escape, you itch all day.
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is within; You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice that’s the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
I build up castles. I tear down mountains. I make some men blind. I help others to see.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?