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I wear a red robe, with staff in hand, and a stone in my throat.
What has wings, but can not fly. Is enclosed, but can outside also lie. Can open itself up, or close itself away. Is the place of kings and queens and doggerel of every means. What is it upon which I stand? Which can lead us to different lands.
A harvest sown and reaped on the same day In an unplowed field, Which increases without growing, Remains whole though it is eaten Within and without, Is useless and yet The staple of nations.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?
Blend a teapot shot so the pearlies wonβt rot!
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones