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Walk on the living, they don’t even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
I drive men mad for love of me. Easily beaten, never free.
Golden treasure I contain, Guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed, then left to build my treasure anew
What can be swallowed, But can also swallow you?
What can be big, white, dirty and wicked?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?