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What does man love more than life, fear more than death or mortal strife. What the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire. What the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves. And all men carry to their graves.
It holds most knowledge that has ever been said. But is not the brain, is not the head. To feathers and their masters, it's both bane and boonΒ One empty, and one full.
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
You throw away the outside, eat the inside, then throw away the inside. What is it?
Break it and it is better, immediately set and harder to break again
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?