I move very slowly at an imperceptible rate, although I take my time, I am never late. I accompany life, and survive past demise, I am viewed with esteem in many women’s eyes.
What am I?
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A bus driver was heading down a street in Colorado. He went right past a stop sign without stopping, he turned left where there was a “no left turn” sign, and he went the wrong way on a one-way street. Then he went on the left side of the road past a cop car. Still – he didn’t break any traffic laws. Why not?
remark ❓ I’ll go for it, if I’m wrong, :gun: me! 😆
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?