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I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
I have married many women but have never been married. What am I?
My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
My first is a heir; My second's a snare; my whole is the offspring of fancy; which I sent out of play upon Valentine's day As a token of love to my Nancy.
I run smoother than any rhyme I love to fall but cannot climb.
Pirates put their booty in it.