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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.
In many years, not much has happened. In many minutes, a lot has happened. In one second, everything has happened.
What is lengthened by being cut at both ends?
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
As soft as silk, as white as milk, as bitter as gall, a thick green wall, and a green coat covers me all.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?