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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.
They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.
At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
A reaction to being spooked that takes its name from waterfowl
The stack just might be sent all over. Full of what's new, yet it's nearly obsolete.
What never asks questions but receives a lot of answers?