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Why are there no living cats on Mars?
Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony, for others I am relief! What am I?
I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty. What am I?
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 sport with love and service played by singles and pairs.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk