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It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
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.
Each of these ends in a kettle full of precious metal and the double variety is quite awesome
This is rectangular, hollow and has a lid, and where you’ll find it you might wonder, it is just six feet under. What is it?
When set loose I fly away. Never so cursed as when I go astray.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?