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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
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 word is a plural, but when you add an "S" to the end, it becomes singular?
I am a span of time you can always see through I am also the timepiece with the most pieces. What am I?
What does no man want, yet no man want to lose?
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.