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It holds most knowledge that has ever been said. But is not the brain, is not the head. To feathers and their masters, it's both bane and boonΒ One empty, and one full.
What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
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.
Jack and Jill when up the hill jack fell down
Which button does not function when being pressed?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?