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Raise your right appendage high above your head. Turn your head to the right and you will smell this.
You row in one while you float.
In spring I look gay, Covered in a green array, The warmer it gets the more clothing I wear, As the cold grows, I throw away my clothes.
What kind of cup doesn't hold water?
Touch this and you'll regret it. But if it's cold, you won't forget it. What is it?
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.