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Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
What flies around all day but never goes anywhere?
What do you throw out to use and take in when you're done?
There are two meanings to me. With one I may need to be broken, with the other I hold on. My favorite characteristic is my charming dimple.
Thousands lay up gold within this house. But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, but no man wards it.
Why was the cook arrested?