Jan 072015
| Golden treasures 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. What am I? |
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| Golden treasures 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. What am I? |
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