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Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust. 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.
I can be any color you can imagine. You see me in everyday life. Look around, you can probably see some of me right now. What am I?
I am a desire to munch
hide me from your parents if you have done bad academically this year.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?