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How far will a blind dog walk into a forest?
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
My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
What flies around all day but never goes anywhere?
It is more feared than fear itself, And no one can escape it. It takes no sides and does not judge, it does not know to hold a grudge. It is the most clearest result, Of how life beats you by default.
You can always find me in the past. I am created in the present, but the future can not change me. What am I?