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An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!
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.
Some try to hide, some try to cheat. But time will show, we always will meet. Try as you might, to guess my name. I promise you'll know, when you I do claim.
You can hold it without using your hands or arms. What is it?
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?