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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.
What goes up but never comes down?
A hill full, a hole full; yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
I walked and walked and at last I got it. I didn't want it. So I stopped and looked for it. When I found it, I threw it away.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.