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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.
With head without hair. With mouth without tooth.
The older they are the less wrinkles they have.
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind.
I go around in circles, but always straight ahead. Never complain, no matter where I am led.
What do angels sing in the shower?