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Thousands lay up gold within this house. But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, but no man wards it.
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay.
Two men walk into a restaurant. One man orders H2O. The second man says, “I will have H2O too.” The second man dies. How come the second man dies?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?