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When it comes in, From sea to shore, Twenty paces you'll see, No less, no more.
What kind of table has no legs?
When Iām metal or wood, I help you get home. When Iām flesh and Iām blood, In the darkness I roam.
I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty.
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.
This small, round stone fruit that is typically bright or dark red, is often served on top of whipped cream on a milk shake.