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A hole in a pole, though I fill a hole in white. I'm used more by the day, and less by the night.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
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 month of the year has 28 days?
A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?