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Patch upon patch, without any stitches, if you tell me this riddle, I'll give you my breeches.
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within. Who am I?
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.
I'm a fruit that grows on a tree. Some of my varieties include Red Delicious and Granny Smith.
I'm very tempting, so it's said, I have a shiny coat of red, and my flesh is white beneath. I smell so sweet, taste good to eat, and help to guard your teeth.
What is always coming but never arrives?