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The older they are the less wrinkles they have.
When they are caught, they are thrown away. When they escape, you itch all day.
I am the yellow hem of the sea's blue skirt.
Golden treasure I contain, Guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed, then left to build my treasure anew
A doctor might remove one from the neck of a Dracula victim.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?