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Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
What kind of room has no windows or doors?
I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out.
Boxers do this for a living and kids do it in the backseat for free