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The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind.
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.
As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
What common verb becomes its own past tense by rearranging its letters?
What do angels sing in the shower?
Difficult
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?