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who do you think you know but sometimes you don't
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.
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand, and a stone in my throat.
What has six faces and twenty-one eyes?
Iron on a mammal. Mammal on your feet.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?