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I am two-faced but bear only one. I have no legs but travel widely. Men spill much blood over me. Kings leave their imprint on me. I have greatest power when given away, yet lust for me keeps me locked away.
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 do you throw out when you need it but put away when you donβt?
Only two backbones and thousands of ribs.
It stands upright and can be quite grand. Its secret is not hidden but right at hand. What is it?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?