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I am mother and father, but never birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander.
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 gets wet while drying?
My first is second in lineอพ I send shivers up your spineอพ not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
Who is he that runs without a leg. And his house on his back?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?