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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.
Thousands of these come together to make a digital image. What is it?
Both punishment and sweet reward, It will befall both fool and lord. It is a spiritual scoreboard, Your every deed it does record.
They can float and tickle, but their sound is rarely heard unless you're a pillow or bird. What are they?
What has 3 feet but cannot walk?
What is always coming but never arrives?