Bo PeepIn Marble Walls
In marble walls as white as milk,
Lined with skin as soft as silk;
Within a fountain crystal clear,
A golden apple doth appear.
No doors there are to this stronghold —
Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
Note:
This rhyme is a riddle. Do you know the answer?
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