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Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones
When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you.
What has a bottom right at the top?
Thousands lay up gold within this house. But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, but no man wards it.
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?