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It's got twists and turns, but has no curves. Twist it to fix it, turn it to ruin it. What is it?
Golden treasure I contain, Guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed, then left to build my treasure anew
If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not rich, but leave silver in my track.
If Mississippi should lend Missouri her New Jersey, what would Delaware?
Left to right Iām quite bright. Right to left I might bite.
What do angels sing in the shower?