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This is the net.book.riddles. It is the work of myself in
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the collection of all of the riddles which have been
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submitted to myself via e-mail and rec.games.frp. I hope
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you enjoy it.
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Please note that for MANY of these riddles, those who
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submitted them do NOT take credit for their creation. These
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are just those people who submitted the riddles - NOT THE
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Authors. There are some though, which are the creation of
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the people submitting them. If possible, this has been
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marked. Those not marked though, are the work of some other
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Author unknown to myself or not specified when the riddle
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was given to me.
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Thanks to everyone who submitted riddles whether from books
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or from their own head. This is a lengthy list, so I hope
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everyone will bear with me in this listing. Thanks again
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everyone!
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The format of these entries has been revamped to provide
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more information about each of the submitters. The form has
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been changed to the following:
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Entry: Entry number of the riddle as submitted to myself.
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Date: The date the riddle was submitted.
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Who: Who submitted the riddle
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Author: The actual Author of the riddle (if different)
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Title: <If any>
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Riddle: The riddle itself.
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At the bottom of the list will be the answers. The answers
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are listed in the order of preference. Thus, the most
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preferred answer will be placed first with additional
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answers (if any) following. All answers are based upon the
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"Entry" field. The entry field works in the following way:
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1. When you submit a riddle you are assigned a unique
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number (1-inf).
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2. The ID number will be the first part of the number.
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3. The second part of the number (after the period) is the
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number assigned to the riddle.
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Ex:
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Entry: 1.1
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Date: <Unknown>
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Who: cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
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Author: Unknown
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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You eat something....
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4. As you can see, the "1.1" is by the entry field. The
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first "1" means C. Pearce is the first person in the list.
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The second "1" means this is his first riddle given to me.
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His second would be labeled "1.2" and so on. The answers
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are matched the same way.
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I hope you enjoy the net.book.riddles and any (constructive)
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suggestions are welcome and appreciated. Thanks to everyone
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who has posted any kind of a riddle to the Usenet. I will
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make all additional entries on an "As Time Allows" basis
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(Which might be never again - ya just don't know).
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Notes:
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Please send any and all updates and/or corrections to
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mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov. If you can't get me there, then
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simply post it. I should see it and will try to get in
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touch with you instead. Thanks again.
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PS:If, on something which reads "Unknown", you know what
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should go in that location - then please DO drop me a note.
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None of these riddles are meant to be rip offs from someone
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else's work. I just thought I'd compile a list of riddles
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and look what's happened! :-)
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Disclaimer: I hereby throw this into the public domain. I
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take no responsibility for this book's merits, worth, or
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anything else. However, although ***THIS*** work is now in
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the public domain arena that does NOT mean the works contained
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within it are. All of the individual authors (myself
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included) would be highly upset if a new computer game came
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out with our riddles in it without being paid some kind of a
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nominal fee. Nor would an anthology or other book
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containing these riddles be welcome without recourse to
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being reimbursed for our time and efforts. Therefore! You
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can use these riddles however you see fit - so long as you
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don't make any kind of a profit from them. If you decide
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you'd like to try to make money in some way through the use
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of these riddles - then you should seek the agreement of the
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individual authors. That's why I've included who they are -
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so you can find them. Nuff said (I think).
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=============================================================
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The Infamous Net.Book.Riddles!
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Version 3.0b
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Compiled by Mark Manning
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but written by the genius of everyone else here on the net!
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Thanks EVERYONE!!!!!!!
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Entry: 1.1
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Date: Unknown, but not long ago.
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Who: cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
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Author: Unknown
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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You eat something you neither plant nor plow.
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It is the son of water, but if water touches it, it dies.
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Entry: 1.2
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Date: Unknown, but not long ago.
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Who: cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
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Author: Unknown
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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A serpent swam in a silver urn.
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A golden bird did in its mouth abide
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The serpent drank the water, this in turn
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Killed the serpent. Then the gold bird died.
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Entry: 1.3
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Date: Unknown, but not long ago.
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Who: cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
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Author: Unknown
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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Teacher, open thy book.
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Entry: 1.4
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Date: Unknown, but not long ago.
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Who: cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
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Author: Beyond Zork
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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My tines are long.
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My tines are short.
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My tines end ere
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My first report.
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Entry: 1.5
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Date: 4/21/92
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Who: cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
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Author: Unknown
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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Turn us on our backs
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And open up our stomachs
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You will be the wisest of men
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Though at start a lummox.
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Entry: 1.6
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Date: 4/21/92
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Who: cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
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Author: Unknown
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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The hungry dog howls
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For crust of bread.
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His cry goes unheard
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It's far overhead.
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Entry: 1.7
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Date: 4/21/92
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Who: cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
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Author: Unknown
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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Bury deep,
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Pile on stones,
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Yet I will
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Dig up the bones.
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Entry: 1.8
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Date: 4/21/92
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Who: cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
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Author: Unknown
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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A cloth poorly dyed
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And an early morning sky
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How are they the same?
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Entry: 1.9
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Date: 4/21/92
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Who: cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
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Author: Matt Morris
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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It occurs once in every minute
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Twice in every moment
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And yet never in one hundred thousand years.
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Entry: 1.10
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Date: 4/21/92
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Who: cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
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Author: Matt Morris
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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My first wears my second; my third might be
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What my first would acquire if he went to the sea.
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Put together my one, two, three
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And the belle of New York is the girl for me.
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Entry: 1.11
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Date: 4/21/92
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Who: cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
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Author: Phil Weaver
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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Never ahead, ever behind,
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Yet flying swiftly past;
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For a child I last forever,
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For adults I'm gone too fast.
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Entry: 2.1
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Date: Wed Apr 8 12:49:46 1992
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Who: dschoen@cs.vu.nl
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Author: Unknown
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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Two horses, swiftest travelling,
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Harnessed in a pair, and
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Grazing ever in places
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Distant from them.
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Entry: 3.1
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Shadowraiker
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Author: Unknown
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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It can be said:
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To be gold is to be good;
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To be stone is to be nothing;
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To be glass is to be fragile;
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To be cold is to be cruel.
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Unmetaphored, what am I?
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Entry: 4.1
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Date: Unknown
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Who: 2390carrolld.vms.csd.mu.edu
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Author: TSR Inc. Module S2:White Plume
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Mountain by Lawrence Schick
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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Round she is, yet flat as a board
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Altar of the Lupine Lords.
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Jewel on black velvet, pearl in the sea
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Unchanged but e'erchanging, eternally.
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Entry: 5.1
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Date: Unknown
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Who: KM42%MARISTB.BITNET@uga.cc.uga.edu
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Author: KM42000 (?)
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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Twice four and twenty blackbirds
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sitting in the rain
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I shot and killed a quarter of them
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How many do remain?
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Entry: 6.1
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Date: Unknown
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Who: v892079%SI.HHS.NL@uga.cc.uga.edu
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Author: Gentevoort (?)
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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first will be last
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last will be first
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and all in between will also be cursed
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open the door and the thing will be there
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so be carefull and beware!
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Entry: 7.1
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Date: Unknown
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Who: gusar@uniwa.uwa.oz.au
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Author: Sean (?)
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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It has a golden head
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It has a golden tail
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but it hasn't got a body.
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Entry: 7.2
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Date: Unknown
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Who: gusar@uniwa.uwa.oz.au
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Author: Sean (?)
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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Speak, friend, and enter!
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Entry: 8.1
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Date: Unknown
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Who: BILLERMA%XAVIER.BITNET@uga.cc.uga.edu
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Author: Unknown
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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A leathery snake,
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With a stinging bite,
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I'll stay coiled up,
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Unless I must fight.
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Entry: 9.1
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Date: 1 May 92 16:10:35 GMT
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Who: mollems@wkuvx1.bitnet
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Author: Coleridge
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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There is not wind enough to twirl
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That one red leaf, nearest of its clan,
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Which dances as often as dance it can.
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Entry: 9.2
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Date: 1 May 92 16:10:35 GMT
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Who: mollems@wkuvx1.bitnet
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Author: Longfellow
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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Half-way up the hill, I see thee at last
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Lying beneath me with thy sounds and sights --
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A city in the twilight, gleaming and vast,
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With smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
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Entry: 9.3
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Date: 1 May 92 16:10:35 GMT
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Who: mollems@wkuvx1.bitnet
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Author: Dickinson
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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I am, in truth, a yellow fork
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From tables in the sky
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By inadventant fingers dropped
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The awful cutlery.
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Of mansions never quite disclosed
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And never quite concealed,
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The apparatus of the dark
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To ignorance revealed.
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Entry: 9.4
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Date: 1 May 92 16:10:35 GMT
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Who: mollems@wkuvx1.bitnet
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Author: John Updike
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Notes: Leave the last 2 lines off to make the riddle harder
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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Many-maned scud-thumper,
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Maker of worn wood,
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Shrub-ruster,
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Sky-mocker,
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Rave!
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Portly pusher,
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Wind-slave.
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Entry: 9.5
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Date: 1 May 92 16:10:35 GMT
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Who: mollems@wkuvx1.bitnet
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Author: Shelley
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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Make me thy lyre, even as the forests are.
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What if my leaves fell like its own --
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The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
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Will take from both a deep autumnal tone.
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Entry: 9.6
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Date: 1 May 92 16:10:35 GMT
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Who: mollems@wkuvx1.bitnet
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Author: G.Manley Hopkins
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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This darksome burn, horseback brown,
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His rollock highroad roaring down,
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In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
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Flutes and low to the body falls home.
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Entry: 9.7
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Date: 1 May 92 16:10:35 GMT
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Who: mollems@wkuvx1.bitnet
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Author: Shakespeare
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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I've measured it from side to side,
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'Tis three feet long and two feet wide.
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It is of compass small, and bare
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To thirsty suns and parching air.
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Entry: 9.8
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Date: 1 May 92 16:10:35 GMT
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Who: mollems@wkuvx1.bitnet
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Author: Sir Edmund Gosse
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face,
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Careering along, yet always in place,
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The thought has often come into my mind
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If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
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Entry: 9.9
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Date: 1 May 92 16:10:35 GMT
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Who: mollems@wkuvx1.bitnet
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Author: Francis Saltus Saltus
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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Then all thy feculent majesty recalls
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The nauseuous mustiness of forsaken bowers,
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The leprous nudity of deserted halls --
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The positive nastiness of sullied flowers.
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And I mark the colours, yellow and black,
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The fresco thy lithe, dictatorial thighs.
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Entry: 10.1
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: J.R.R. Tolkien (The Hobbit)
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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What has roots as nobody sees,
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Is taller than trees,
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Up, up it goes,
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And yet never grows?
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Entry: 10.2
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: J.R.R. Tolkien (The Hobbit)
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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Thirty white horses on a red hill,
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First they champ,
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Then they stamp,
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Then they stand still.
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Entry: 10.3
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: J.R.R. Tolkien (The Hobbit)
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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Voiceless it cries,
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Wingless it flutters,
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Toothless bites,
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Mouthless mutters.
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Entry: 10.4
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: J.R.R. Tolkien (The Hobbit)
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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An eye in a blue face
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Saw an eye in a green face.
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"That eye is like to this eye"
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Said the first eye,
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"But in low place,
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Not in high place."
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Entry: 10.5
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: J.R.R. Tolkien (The Hobbit)
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
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Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
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It lies behind stars and under hills,
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And empty holes it fills.
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It comes first and follows after,
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Ends life, kills laughter.
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Entry: 10.6
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: J.R.R. Tolkien (The Hobbit)
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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A box without hinges, key, or lid,
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Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
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Entry: 10.7
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: J.R.R. Tolkien (The Hobbit)
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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Alive without breath,
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As cold as death;
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Never thirsty, ever drinking,
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All in mail never clinking.
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Entry: 10.8
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: J.R.R. Tolkien (The Hobbit)
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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This thing all things devours:
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Birds, beast,trees, flowers;
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Gnaws iron, bites steel;
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Grinds hard stones to meal;
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Slays king, ruins town,
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And beats high mountain down.
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Entry: 10.9
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: From the SSI Computer Game "Secret of the Silver Blades"
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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You feel it, but never see it and never will.
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Entry: 10.10
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: From the SSI Computer Game "Secret of the Silver Blades"
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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You must keep it after giving it.
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Entry: 10.11
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: From the SSI Computer Game "Secret of the Silver Blades"
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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As light as a feather, but you can't hold it for ten minutes.
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Entry: 10.12
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: From the SSI Computer Game "Secret of the Silver Blades"
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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Has a mouth but does not speak, has a bed but never sleeps.
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Entry: 10.13
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: From the SSI Computer Game "Secret of the Silver Blades"
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb!
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Entry: 10.14
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: From the SSI Computer Game "Secret of the Silver Blades"
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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You break it even if you name it!
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Entry: 10.15
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: From the SSI Computer Game "Secret of the Silver Blades"
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Title: None
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|
Riddle:
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It passes before the sun and makes no shadow.
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Entry: 10.16
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: From the SSI Computer Game "Secret of the Silver Blades"
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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You feed it, it lives, you give it something to drink, it dies.
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Entry: 10.17
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: Unknown
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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A red drum which sounds
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Without being touched,
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And grows silent,
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When it is touched.
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Entry: 10.18
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: Unknown
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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A harvest sown and reaped on the same day
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In an unplowed field,
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Which increases without growing,
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Remains whole though it is eaten
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Within and without,
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Is useless and yet
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The staple of nations.
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Entry: 10.19
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: Unknown
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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If you break me
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I do not stop working,
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If you touch me
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I may be snared,
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If you lose me
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Nothing will matter.
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Entry: 10.20
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: Unknown
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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All about, but cannot be seen,
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Can be captured, cannot be held
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No throat, but can be heard.
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Entry: 10.21
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: Unknown
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Title: None
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|
Riddle:
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I go around in circles,
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But always straight ahead
|
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Never complain,
|
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No matter where I am led.
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Entry: 10.22
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Date: Unknown
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Who: The Riddle Manual
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Author: Unknown
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Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
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Lighter than what
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I am made of,
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More of me is hidden
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Than is seen.
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Entry: 10.23
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Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: The Riddle Manual
|
|
Author: Unknown
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
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|
If a man carried my burden,
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He would break his back.
|
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I am not rich,
|
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But leave silver in my track.
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Entry: 10.24
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Date: Unknown
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|
Who: The Riddle Manual
|
|
Author: Unknown
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
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|
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My life can be measured in hours,
|
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I serve by being devoured.
|
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Thin, I am quick
|
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Fat, I am slow
|
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Wind is my foe.
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Entry: 10.25
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Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: The Riddle Manual
|
|
Author: Unknown
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
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|
|
Weight in my belly,
|
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Trees on my back,
|
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Nails in my ribs,
|
|
Feet I do lack.
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Entry: 10.26
|
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Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: The Riddle Manual
|
|
Author: Unknown
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
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|
|
You can see nothing else
|
|
When you look in my face
|
|
I will look you in the eye
|
|
And I will never lie.
|
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|
|
Entry: 10.27
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: The Riddle Manual
|
|
Author: Unknown
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I am always hungry,
|
|
I must always be fed,
|
|
The finger I lick
|
|
Will soon turn red.
|
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|
|
Entry: 10.28
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: The Riddle Manual
|
|
Author: Unknown
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
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|
|
Three lives have I.
|
|
Gentle enough to soothe the skin,
|
|
Light enough to caress the sky
|
|
Hard enough to crack rocks.
|
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|
|
Entry: 10.29
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: The Riddle Manual
|
|
Author: Unknown
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Glittering points
|
|
That downward thrust,
|
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Sparkling spears
|
|
That never rust.
|
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Entry: 10.30
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: The Riddle Manual
|
|
Author: Unknown
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Each morning I appear
|
|
To lie at your feet,
|
|
All day I follow
|
|
No matter how fast you run,
|
|
Yet I nearly perish
|
|
In the midday sun.
|
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|
|
Entry: 10.31
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: The Riddle Manual
|
|
Author: Unknown
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Keys without locks
|
|
Yet I unlock the soul.
|
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|
|
Entry: 10.32
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: The Riddle Manual
|
|
Author: Unknown
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I
|
|
Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
|
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|
Entry: 10.33
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: The Riddle Manual
|
|
Author: Unknown
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I am so simple,
|
|
That I can only point
|
|
Yet I guide men
|
|
All over the world.
|
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|
|
Entry: 10.34
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: The Riddle Manual
|
|
Author: Unknown
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
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|
|
A beggar's brother went out to sea and drowned.
|
|
But the man who drowned had no brother.
|
|
What was the relationship between the man who drowned and the beggar?
|
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|
Entry: 11.1
|
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Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
|
|
Author: Wee Willie
|
|
Compiled by Dan Judd.
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
For our ambrosia we were blessed,
|
|
by Jupiter, with a sting of death.
|
|
Though our might, to some is jest,
|
|
we have quelled the dragon's breath.
|
|
Who are we?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 11.2
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
|
|
Author: Wee Willie
|
|
Compiled by Dan Judd.
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
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|
|
Colored as a maiden tweaked,
|
|
time was naught when I began;
|
|
through the garden I was sneaked,
|
|
I alone am the fall of man.
|
|
What am I?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 11.3
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
|
|
Author: Wee Willie
|
|
Compiled by Dan Judd.
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
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|
|
Early ages the iron boot tread,
|
|
with Europe at her command.
|
|
Through time power slipped and fled,
|
|
'til the creation of new holy land.
|
|
Who am I?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 11.4
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
|
|
Author: Wee Willie
|
|
Compiled by Dan Judd.
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
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|
|
One thin, one bold,
|
|
one sick, one cold.
|
|
The earth we span,
|
|
to prey upon man.
|
|
Who are we?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 11.5
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
|
|
Author: Wee Willie
|
|
Compiled by Dan Judd.
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
One where none should be,
|
|
or maybe where two should be,
|
|
seeking out purity,
|
|
in the kings trees.
|
|
What am I?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 11.6
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
|
|
Author: Wee Willie
|
|
Compiled by Dan Judd.
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
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|
|
He who makes it does not keep it.
|
|
He who takes it does not know it.
|
|
He who knows it does not want it.
|
|
He who gathers it must destroy it.
|
|
What is it?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 11.7
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
|
|
Author: Wee Willie
|
|
Compiled by Dan Judd.
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
One tooth to bite,
|
|
he's the forests foe.
|
|
One tooth to fight,
|
|
as all Norse know.
|
|
What is it?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 11.8
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
|
|
Author: Wee Willie
|
|
Compiled by Dan Judd.
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
This creature, part man and part tree,
|
|
hates the termite as much as the flea.
|
|
His tracks do not match,
|
|
and his limbs may detach,
|
|
but he's not a strange creature to see.
|
|
What is it?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 11.9
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
|
|
Author: Wee Willie
|
|
Compiled by Dan Judd.
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
The part of the bird
|
|
that is not in the sky,
|
|
which can swim in the ocean
|
|
and always stay dry.
|
|
What is it?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 11.10
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
|
|
Author: Wee Willie
|
|
Compiled by Dan Judd.
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Dead and bound,
|
|
what once was free.
|
|
What made no sound,
|
|
now sings with glee.
|
|
What is it?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 11.11
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
|
|
Author: Wee Willie
|
|
Compiled by Dan Judd.
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
The root tops the trunk
|
|
on this backward thing,
|
|
that grows in the winter
|
|
and dies in the spring.
|
|
What is it?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 11.12
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
|
|
Author: Wee Willie
|
|
Compiled by Dan Judd.
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Touching one, yet holding two,
|
|
it is a one link chain
|
|
binding those who keep words true,
|
|
'til death rent it in twain.
|
|
What is it?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 12.1
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: Unknown
|
|
Author: Unknown
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
The man who made it didn't need it.
|
|
The man who bought it didn't use it.
|
|
The man who used it didn't want it.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 13.1
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: Unknown
|
|
Author: Deon Ramsey
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
A Statue with the Inscription : All ye who Enter here, weep, for my Story
|
|
is a sorrowfull one. (Or something similar)
|
|
The correct response was to weep in front of the statue, which opened a secret
|
|
door behind It. I used a slightly harder version of that on my Group, and it
|
|
stumped them for quite a while :-)
|
|
|
|
Entry: 14.1
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: Unknown
|
|
Author: Unknown
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
The wise and knowledgeable man is sure of it.
|
|
Even the fool knows it.
|
|
The rich man wants it.
|
|
The greatest of heroes fears it.
|
|
Yet the lowliest of cowards would die for it.
|
|
|
|
What is this upon which I ponder?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 15.1
|
|
Date: Thu Apr 9 18:45:57 1992
|
|
Who: jmarvin@us.oracle.com
|
|
Author: Unknown
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I am and yet can not
|
|
am an Idea, yet can rot
|
|
am two but none
|
|
am on land, but on sea.
|
|
What am I?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 15.2
|
|
Date: Thu Apr 9 18:45:57 1992
|
|
Who: jmarvin@us.oracle.com
|
|
Author: Unknown
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
all in white
|
|
Fossil, fresh snow, a loan, the sky,
|
|
Just what am I?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 16.1
|
|
Date: Thu Apr 9 18:45:57 1992
|
|
Who: jmarvin@us.oracle.com
|
|
dschoen@cs.vu.nl
|
|
Author: Duncan Schoen (?)
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I am better than sex,
|
|
I am worse than MS-DOS,
|
|
Dead men eat me,
|
|
If you eat me you'll die.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 16.2
|
|
Date: Thu Apr 9 18:45:57 1992
|
|
Who: jmarvin@us.oracle.com
|
|
dschoen@cs.vu.nl
|
|
Author: Duncan Schoen (?)
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Two horses, swiftest travelling,
|
|
Harnessed in a pair, and
|
|
Grazing ever in places
|
|
Distant from them.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 16.3
|
|
Date: Thu Apr 9 18:45:57 1992
|
|
Who: jmarvin@us.oracle.com
|
|
dschoen@cs.vu.nl
|
|
Author: Duncan Schoen (?)
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
What is greater than God,
|
|
Worse than the Devil,
|
|
Dead man eat it,
|
|
If you eat it you'll die.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 17.1
|
|
Date: Wed Apr 15 11:33:19 1992
|
|
Who: lgrant@maths.tcd.ie
|
|
Author: _A Feast Of Creatures. Anglo-Saxon Riddle Songs_ by Craig Williamson
|
|
ISBN 0-85967-671-4
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I am a wonderful help to women,
|
|
The hope of something to come. I harm
|
|
No citizen except my slayer.
|
|
Rooted I stand on a high bed.
|
|
I am shaggy below. Sometimes the beautiful
|
|
Peasant's daughter, an eager-armed,
|
|
Proud woman grabs my body,
|
|
Rushes my red skin, holds me hard,
|
|
Claims my head. The curly-haired
|
|
Woman who catches me fast will feel
|
|
Our meeting. Her eye will be wet.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 17.2
|
|
Date: Wed Apr 15 11:33:19 1992
|
|
Who: lgrant@maths.tcd.ie
|
|
Author: _A Feast Of Creatures. Anglo-Saxon Riddle Songs_ by Craig Williamson
|
|
ISBN 0-85967-671-4
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I saw a swift one shoot out on the road:
|
|
S S I P
|
|
I saw a woman sitting alone.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 17.3
|
|
Date: Wed Apr 15 11:33:19 1992
|
|
Who: lgrant@maths.tcd.ie
|
|
Author: _A Feast Of Creatures. Anglo-Saxon Riddle Songs_ by Craig Williamson
|
|
ISBN 0-85967-671-4
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Power and treasure for a prince to hold,
|
|
Hard and steep-cheeked, wrapped in red
|
|
Gold and garnet, ripped from a plain
|
|
Of bright flowers, wrought - a remnant
|
|
Of fire and file, bound in stark beauty
|
|
With delicate wire, my grip makes
|
|
Warriors weep, my sting threatens
|
|
The hand that grasps gold. Studded
|
|
With a ring, I ravage heir and heirloom.
|
|
|
|
To my lord and foes always lovely
|
|
And deadly, altering face and form.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.1
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: The Young People's Series
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
As I was going to St. Ives,
|
|
I met a man with seven wives;
|
|
Every wife had seven sacks,
|
|
Every sack had seven cats,
|
|
Every cat had seven kits:
|
|
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
|
|
How many were there going to St. Ives?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.2
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: The Young People's Series
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Thirty white horses upon a red hill,
|
|
Now they stamp,
|
|
Now they champ,
|
|
Now they stand still.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.3
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Dawns away,
|
|
The day's turned grey,
|
|
And I must travel far away.
|
|
But I'll be back,
|
|
And then we'll track,
|
|
The light of yet another day.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.4
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Deep, dark, underground,
|
|
That is the place where I'll be found.
|
|
Yet brought into the light of day,
|
|
I sprinkle sunlight every-which-a-way.
|
|
Though dulled with oil I will be found,
|
|
I am remarkably well and throughly sound.
|
|
Cut me quick and it will be seen,
|
|
That I instantly have a marvelous sheen.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.5
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: The Young People's Series
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Long legs, crooked thighs,
|
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Little head, and no eyes.
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Entry: 18.6
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Date: Unknown
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Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
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Author: The Monkee's TV Show
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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What has six eyes,
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Six arms,
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Six legs,
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Three heads,
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And a very short life?
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Entry: 18.7
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Date: Unknown
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Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
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Author: Mark Manning
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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What is it that speaks without any words?
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And can be loudly, and distinctly heard?
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Will drive away friend, and foe alike.
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And is enough to make a stolid man's face alight?
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Entry: 18.8
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Date: Unknown
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Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
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Author: Mark Manning
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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What must be in the oven yet can not be baked?
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Grows in the heat yet shuns the light of day?
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What sinks in water but rises with air?
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Looks like skin, but is fine as hair?
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Entry: 18.9
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Date: Unknown
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Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
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Author: Mark Manning
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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Little Johnny Walker,
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My, but he was a talker!
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Yet nary a word did he say!
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When I took him out,
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Then they would all point and shout!
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And ask that I put him away.
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(This is NOT a dirty riddle.
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So get your mind out of the gutter!)
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Entry: 18.10
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Date: Unknown
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Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
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Author: The Young People's Series
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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Two legs sat upon three legs with one leg in his lap.
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In comes four legs, grabs one leg, and runs off with him.
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Up jumps two legs, grabs up three legs, throws it after four legs,
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and makes him bring back one leg.
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Who are we?
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Entry: 18.11
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Date: Unknown
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Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
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Author: Mark Manning
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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They are many and one,
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They wave and they drum,
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Used to cover a stare,
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They go with you everywhere.
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Entry: 18.12
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Date: Unknown
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Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
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Author: Mark Manning
|
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Title: None
|
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Riddle:
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Stomp, stomp,
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Chomp, chomp,
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Romp, romp.
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Standing still,
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all in gear.
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Entry: 18.13
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Date: Unknown
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Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
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Author: Mark Manning
|
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Title: None
|
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Riddle:
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Sweet tooth,
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Ah shoot,
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All gone,
|
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We all long,
|
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For another piece of it.
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Entry: 18.14
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Date: Unknown
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Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
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Author: Mark Manning
|
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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It comes in on little cat's feet,
|
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Is neither sour, nor sweet.
|
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Hovers in the air,
|
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And then is not there.
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Entry: 18.15
|
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Date: Unknown
|
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Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
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Author: Mark Manning
|
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Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
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A laugh,
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A cry,
|
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A moan,
|
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A sigh.
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Entry: 18.16
|
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Date: Unknown
|
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Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
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Author: Mark Manning
|
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Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
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|
|
What is it you have to answer?
|
|
But to answer you have to ask?
|
|
And to ask you have to speak?
|
|
And to speak you have to know,
|
|
The answer.
|
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Entry: 18.17
|
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Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
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Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
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|
|
I can hit you in the eye,
|
|
Yet twinkle in the sky,
|
|
Expanding when I die,
|
|
What do you think am I?
|
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Entry: 18.18
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
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|
|
Squishes,
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|
Squashes,
|
|
Wishes I washes,
|
|
Can get it in my hair,
|
|
Makes me not look too fair.
|
|
|
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Entry: 18.19
|
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Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
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|
|
White on black,
|
|
And black on white.
|
|
Helps you to know things,
|
|
By using your sight.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.20
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
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Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
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|
|
Up a hill,
|
|
Down a hill,
|
|
Over them I may roam,
|
|
But after all my walking,
|
|
There's no place like my own.
|
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|
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Entry: 18.21
|
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Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
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|
|
This thing is a most amazing thing.
|
|
For it can be both as sharp as a knife,
|
|
Or as flat as a floor.
|
|
And yet, for all that it can be,
|
|
It is as natural as a bee.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.22
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
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|
|
Deep, deep, do they go.
|
|
Spreading out as they go.
|
|
Never needing any air.
|
|
They are sometimes as fine as hair.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.23
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Unknown
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Oh Lord! I am not worthy!
|
|
I bend my limbs to the ground.
|
|
I cry, yet without a sound.
|
|
Let me drink of waters deep.
|
|
And in silence I will weep.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.24
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Shifting, Shifting, Drifting deep.
|
|
Below me great and mighty cities sleep.
|
|
Swirling, Scurlling, All around.
|
|
I'm only where no water will be found.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.25
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I bubble and laugh
|
|
And spit water in your face.
|
|
I am no lady,
|
|
And I don't wear lace.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.26
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
What has wings,
|
|
But can not fly.
|
|
Is enclosed,
|
|
But can outside also lie.
|
|
Can open itself up,
|
|
Or close itself away.
|
|
Is the place of kings and queens,
|
|
And doggerel of every means.
|
|
What is it upon which I stand?
|
|
Which can lead us to different lands.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.27
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Do not begrude this,
|
|
For it is the fate of every man.
|
|
Yet it is feared,
|
|
And shunned in many lands.
|
|
Causes problems, and sometimes gaps,
|
|
Can hobble the strongest, and make memory laps.
|
|
What is this danger we all face?
|
|
For being a part - of the human race.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.28
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Woe to Norman,
|
|
That craggy man.
|
|
Who's known such horrors,
|
|
As to exceed the grief of man.
|
|
And as it was written,
|
|
A daughter was lost.
|
|
When the seas came a coming,
|
|
With a shout, and hoar frost.
|
|
Oh, where can he be?
|
|
This man of cruel fate.
|
|
Whose teeth are gnashing,
|
|
And a face full of hate.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.29
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
His eyes were raging,
|
|
That scraggly beast.
|
|
His lips were bursting,
|
|
With rows of angry teeth.
|
|
Upon his back a razor was found,
|
|
And in his thoughts - my death abound.
|
|
It was a fearsome battle we fought,
|
|
My life - or his, one would be bought.
|
|
And when we were through, and death chilled the air,
|
|
We cut out his heart, and ate it with flair.
|
|
|
|
Who was he?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.30
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I travelled inwards,
|
|
To that heart where no one else roamed.
|
|
Where only the birds and animals found a home.
|
|
Where the pixies flew with an audible air,
|
|
And tangles twigs and leaves within my hair.
|
|
Ah. I love this place, this paradise,
|
|
Where everything is so beautiful,
|
|
So still, and so nice.
|
|
|
|
Where did he go?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.31
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Of these things - I have two.
|
|
One for me - and one for you.
|
|
And when you ask about the price,
|
|
I simply smile and nod twice.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.32
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I am a strange creature,
|
|
Hovering in the air,
|
|
Moving from here to there,
|
|
With a brilliant flare.
|
|
Some say I sing,
|
|
But others say I have no voice.
|
|
So I just hum - as a matter of choice.
|
|
|
|
What am I?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.33
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Sleeping during the day,
|
|
I hide away.
|
|
Watchful through the night,
|
|
I open at dawn's light.
|
|
But only for the briefest time,
|
|
Do I shine.
|
|
And then I hide away,
|
|
And sleep through the day.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.34
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Looks like water,
|
|
But it's heat.
|
|
Sits on sand,
|
|
Lays on concrete.
|
|
People have been known,
|
|
To follow it everywhere.
|
|
But it gets them no place,
|
|
And all they can do is stare.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.35
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
A part of heaven,
|
|
Though it touches the earth.
|
|
Some say it's valuable,
|
|
Others - no worth.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.36
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I stand,
|
|
And look across the sea,
|
|
With its waves, crests, troughs, and valleys.
|
|
I stride,
|
|
Across this water, my horse following after,
|
|
And while it laps against his withers,
|
|
And brushes against my thighs,
|
|
I fill the emptiness with laughter.
|
|
And he - with his sighs.
|
|
Whether do we go?
|
|
Or do we go at all?
|
|
Or are we simply out here wading,
|
|
To the next port of call.
|
|
Where the sea ends,
|
|
Where the loam lays firm beneath my feet,
|
|
And I can mount my steed again,
|
|
And continue til next we meet.
|
|
|
|
What is really being talked about?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.37
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
It roars its challenge,
|
|
And I respond.
|
|
It takes my abuse,
|
|
And goes beyond.
|
|
Filled with liquid,
|
|
In my hurried haste,
|
|
I wield my staff,
|
|
In this turgid race.
|
|
But once I have vanquished,
|
|
The mighty foe,
|
|
I float like a thistle,
|
|
While moving ever so slow.
|
|
|
|
What are we talking about really?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.38
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I was born blind,
|
|
And could not see,
|
|
Until it was a quarter of three.
|
|
I could not smile,
|
|
Til half past six,
|
|
And all of my arms and legs
|
|
Were made of sticks.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.39
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Ah! My breath doth shake,
|
|
My limbs are thin,
|
|
My belly aches.
|
|
Whiteness doth crown my head,
|
|
And the tracks I leave,
|
|
Are unsteady where I've led.
|
|
I look out through rheumy eyes,
|
|
And seem to say my last goodbyes.
|
|
The darkness doth draw me near,
|
|
I lean towards it - the better to hear.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.40
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
A riddle given by two people to a third:
|
|
|
|
(1st person, 2nd person)
|
|
|
|
Tis not, tis is.
|
|
Tis good, tis bad.
|
|
Tis left, tis right.
|
|
Tis day, tis night.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.41
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: The Young People's Series
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,
|
|
On the King's kitchen door.
|
|
All the King's horses,
|
|
And all the King's men,
|
|
Couldn't get Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,
|
|
Off the King's kitchen door.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.42
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
It was once upon a time,
|
|
and nursery rhymes.
|
|
When genii's stood all in a row.
|
|
When Little Jack Horner,
|
|
Sat in his corner,
|
|
And all the King's men said "Aye! Aye!" today.
|
|
So Heigh-Diddle-diddle,
|
|
Eat crumpets and play the fiddle,
|
|
While a cow makes curry and whey.
|
|
And we'll all laugh,
|
|
To see such fun,
|
|
And maybe we'll come again - to play.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.43
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
It is a tolling of the night.
|
|
When all is still.
|
|
And the wind whispers near the mill.
|
|
Twas struck twelve times!
|
|
And his voice rang out!
|
|
And then, it was stilled.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.44
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
What mysteries are in its creation?
|
|
Who's hand did bend its ore?
|
|
Where did the knowledge come from?
|
|
And could he have made any more?
|
|
On his finger it did lie,
|
|
Yet on his soul the more.
|
|
For the fire it would bring,
|
|
Would make his heart ring,
|
|
And death, would come knocking at his door.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.45
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
It was asked of me what I could be made,
|
|
And so people were fed from me.
|
|
It was asked of me what I could be made,
|
|
And so houses were built.
|
|
It was asked of me what I could be made,
|
|
And so things were written.
|
|
It was asked of me what I could be made,
|
|
And so I fertilized the ground.
|
|
But when asked more of what I could be made,
|
|
There was nothing to be found.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.46
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
With this you can do wonderous things.
|
|
Look at things close, or far away,
|
|
You can see things big,
|
|
Or you can see things small.
|
|
Or maybe you don't see things at all.
|
|
I come in many colors and hues,
|
|
Sometimes green and sometimes blue.
|
|
And when I'm red - it's not from shame,
|
|
But from something with a different name.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.47
|
|
Date: Unknown
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
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Riddle:
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Oh how I love my dancing feet!
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They stay together - oh so neat.
|
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And when I want to walk a line,
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They all stay together and do double time.
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I count them up, ten times or more,
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And race on-off, across the floor.
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Entry: 18.48
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Date: Unknown
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Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
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Author: Mark Manning
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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They were made for a fairy queen's feet.
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To cover them and keep them tidy, and neat.
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A flower, of various sizes and hues,
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Their name is the opposite of a grown man's shoes.
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Entry: 18.49
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Date: Unknown
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Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
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Author: Mark Manning
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Title: None
|
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Riddle:
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Part pickle, part crazy,
|
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You can't call this flower lazy.
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It perks its head up with a snout
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And if it had a voice - I'm sure it'd shout.
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Entry: 18.50
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Date: 5/8/92
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Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
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Author: Mark Manning
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Title: None
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|
Riddle:
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Bound by age, comfort and zest,
|
|
The inquiring hand could not rest.
|
|
But given to her heart's desire,
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She gave to us - our worst quagmires.
|
|
And so now we wallow in our grief,
|
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And seeking to close the box we weep.
|
|
While famine, plague, and other woes,
|
|
Beset ourselves - and our foes.
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Entry: 18.51
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Date: 5/8/92
|
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Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
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Author: Mark Manning
|
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Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
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|
Nestled among a thorny embrace,
|
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What should I see but a small, plump, face.
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With cheeks rosey red,
|
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And neck way too long.
|
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He'll be ripe for plucking,
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|
Before too long.
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Entry: 18.52
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Date: 5/8/92
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Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
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Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
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|
A muttered rumble was heard from the pen,
|
|
And I, in my walking, stopped to look in.
|
|
What was this I saw?
|
|
A massive beast, hooved, and jawed.
|
|
With spikes upon its mighty brow,
|
|
I watched as he struck the turf and prowled.
|
|
And yet for all of his magnificience,
|
|
He couldn't get out of that wooden fence.
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|
|
Entry: 18.53
|
|
Date: 5/8/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: A song riddle
|
|
Riddle:
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|
|
There once was a man who sang this song:
|
|
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
|
|
He'd sit around and sing this song:
|
|
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
|
|
"Hi! Ho!" away he'd go,
|
|
Singing all night long!
|
|
Hey dilly, dill, dang, dang, do-reeee!
|
|
He'd stay up til it was three!
|
|
|
|
On his knee he'd keep a jug!
|
|
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
|
|
And with it he'd keep a mug!
|
|
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
|
|
"Hi! Ho!" away he'd go!
|
|
Off to see the girls.
|
|
To laugh and sing and play his games,
|
|
Until he went insane!
|
|
|
|
Oh what can it be that's this much fun?
|
|
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
|
|
Seems its liked by everyone.
|
|
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
|
|
"Hi! Ho!" off we go!
|
|
Off to have some fun!
|
|
To have a taste, a bit of fun,
|
|
And be like everyone!
|
|
|
|
Tell me now, all about this row!
|
|
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
|
|
Oh, what's this now, I feel like a sow?
|
|
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
|
|
Up is down and down is up,
|
|
I feel so sick inside.
|
|
Guess I'll have to drink some more,
|
|
Or cover my head and hide!
|
|
|
|
"Hi! Ho!" away we go!
|
|
Off into the night!
|
|
And if you can tell me what this is,
|
|
I'll tell you that you're right!
|
|
"Hi! Ho!" away we go!
|
|
Off into the night!
|
|
So tell me quick, I've got an itch,
|
|
To have some more tonight!
|
|
YEAH!
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.54
|
|
Date: 5/8/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Twas the night of the day
|
|
in which I must relay
|
|
that in which I took part in.
|
|
For the sun was out
|
|
and without so much as a shout
|
|
he quietly went in.
|
|
Twas ever so queer
|
|
I thought he would leer
|
|
but never a word did I get in.
|
|
For without another word
|
|
(at least that's what I heard)
|
|
He was back to the place he'd been in.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.55
|
|
Date: 5/8/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Twas the giantess who told me what to do.
|
|
Twas she who opened the doors,
|
|
And close the windows. Not I.
|
|
Twas her who decided the chair did well on the lawn.
|
|
And the table should be in the basement.
|
|
I have done naught to deserve punishment,
|
|
For I did not place the dog on the lamp,
|
|
Nor the cat in the chimney.
|
|
Twas the giantess.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.56
|
|
Date: 5/8/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
A lazy day looked down upon her,
|
|
And with eyes barely slitted, she saw me.
|
|
I wondered if I should wander.
|
|
But drew back when her eyes grew the bigger.
|
|
Satisfied of my cowering, she stretched,
|
|
Yawned, and spread her fingers langorously.
|
|
And I, with my petite fingers rubbed my nose as I watched.
|
|
She knew I had to eat and that soon I would emerge.
|
|
Drawing my darkness forth with me to escape notice.
|
|
It would not matter, for in the end we would
|
|
Perform our pagan dance. With its rituals of sunlight,
|
|
And shadow. Of words, softly spoken - or sprayed upon the wall.
|
|
If I am lucky, oh so lucky, I will whisk away
|
|
Upon a squeal of delight - or is it pain?
|
|
And ponder the world once more, from within
|
|
The hovel, the crawl space, the cracks.
|
|
Where I live.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.57
|
|
Date: 5/8/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
From sun up to sun down I stare out across the sea.
|
|
From sun down to sun up I stare out across the sea.
|
|
But while with sun up I can only blink in the brightness.
|
|
With the sun down I can blink out the brightness.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.58
|
|
Date: 5/8/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
(Talked with a definite beat.)
|
|
|
|
A lot of bark,
|
|
But no one notices.
|
|
A lot to bite,
|
|
And everyone cares.
|
|
I'm not a dog,
|
|
If anyone notices.
|
|
And there's a lot to me,
|
|
But I don't have hair.
|
|
I stand up straight,
|
|
If you've noticed me.
|
|
I've got lots of limbs,
|
|
If anyone cares.
|
|
I can give you shade,
|
|
If you've noticed it.
|
|
And I do even more,
|
|
I give you air.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.59
|
|
Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Twas in December or June,
|
|
When my lady did swoon.
|
|
When her hair did fall off,
|
|
And her glasses were lost.
|
|
When she did scream,
|
|
In a manner most obscene.
|
|
While pointing at me,
|
|
And saying "Eeeeee! Eeeeee!"
|
|
I must say it was all a bit much,
|
|
Since no one did I touch.
|
|
But it was quite apparent,
|
|
That something was errant.
|
|
So I decided to come back another day,
|
|
When, mayhap, she was away.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.60
|
|
Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
This thing is many things.
|
|
It is joyful,
|
|
It is quiet,
|
|
It is bubbling,
|
|
It is roaring,
|
|
It can jump,
|
|
And it can sit.
|
|
It can whisper,
|
|
And it can drip.
|
|
What is it of which I speak?
|
|
What is it which can be both shallow and deep?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.61
|
|
Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I drift,
|
|
As slowly as a lazy river.
|
|
I dance,
|
|
Upon as little as a puff of air.
|
|
I tumble,
|
|
Better than the greatest acrobat.
|
|
Swirling,
|
|
Twirling,
|
|
Down to the ground.
|
|
Where I lie,
|
|
Til I get my second wind.
|
|
So I can begin again.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.62
|
|
Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
A riddle, easily solved.
|
|
Red breasted.
|
|
Only one in a field of many.
|
|
Born in an egg.
|
|
Inspired to sing.
|
|
Now gather the letters and tell me what I mean.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.63
|
|
Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I have four of these,
|
|
With matching extremities.
|
|
They can do many things,
|
|
And hardly ever bring me pain.
|
|
Unless I stick them with a pin,
|
|
Or burn them sometimes when...
|
|
What is it that I can wiggle at will?
|
|
And use in other means still?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.64
|
|
Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
What are all your fingers for?
|
|
One's to point, of that I'm sure.
|
|
One's for the doctor - whereever he may roam,
|
|
One's for the accuser - to point out what is known.
|
|
One's for the ear, without which we can not hear.
|
|
And one get's us a ride, so we can rest our back side.
|
|
What are all your finger for?
|
|
Tell me which is which, and I'll even our score.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.65
|
|
Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I am a box,
|
|
Full of that which is most rare.
|
|
But it isn't a flute,
|
|
And it isn't some hair.
|
|
Though soft be my bed,
|
|
I am as hard as a rock.
|
|
And though dull in the darkness,
|
|
I glisten once unlocked.
|
|
What am I, this box so strange?
|
|
To hold such a treasure,
|
|
Which is not so plain.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.66
|
|
Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: The Giant Slept
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
The giant slept upon the rocks,
|
|
His bones, sealed tight against them.
|
|
A hoary hand, outstruck against fate's decree,
|
|
That he should thus be kept from his purpose in life.
|
|
Not knowing that his time has passed,
|
|
And that that, which gave him his reason for living,
|
|
His roots,
|
|
Were no longer his own.
|
|
But blackened stumps,
|
|
Against which no living being could hope to live.
|
|
yet...
|
|
In his passing, life found purchase.
|
|
For other creatures, making use of that which would remain,
|
|
Would, in of themselves, find life.
|
|
While the giant slept,
|
|
Upon the rocks.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.67
|
|
Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I dreamed I saw a fairy's dance,
|
|
Upon the midnight sky.
|
|
Where lights, like lantern's grew,
|
|
Without a whim, or a why.
|
|
Amid their joy,
|
|
Amid their dance,
|
|
I came running into their midst.
|
|
But with nar'ry a sound,
|
|
They drew away,
|
|
And fell into the mist.
|
|
Oh, I saw them again,
|
|
But only from very far.
|
|
Dancing in the air at night,
|
|
Like tiny lanterns, or tiny stars.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.68
|
|
Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
When I looked upon the flames of his passion,
|
|
And the coolness of her touch,
|
|
I knew tragedy could only come from their union.
|
|
And indeed, when they came together,
|
|
Darkness reigned upon the land.
|
|
And although they were soon separated,
|
|
Learning as they did that they were not for each other,
|
|
Still, their passing regards for each other,
|
|
Left it's impression upon all who had witnessed it.
|
|
And would be talked about for ages still to come.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.69
|
|
Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Oh woe is me! Woe is me!
|
|
To have lost that which I can never buy back!
|
|
To be unable to recall that which has transpired!
|
|
Let my breath be returned!
|
|
Let time recoil!
|
|
Let this not be so!
|
|
Oh woe is me! Woe is me!
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.70
|
|
Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
What has a coat?
|
|
Hugs you not in sympathy?
|
|
Whose smile you'd rather not see?
|
|
Whose stance is a terrible thing to see?
|
|
Who is it that brave men run away from?
|
|
Whose fingers are clawed?
|
|
Whose sleep lasts for months?
|
|
And who's company we shunt?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.71
|
|
Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
You can tumble in it,
|
|
Roll in it,
|
|
Burn it,
|
|
Animals eat it,
|
|
Used to cover floors,
|
|
Still used beyond stall doors.
|
|
Freshens whatever it is placed on,
|
|
Absorbs whatever is poured into it.
|
|
What is it?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.72
|
|
Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Mark Manning
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Within passion's fruit they will be found,
|
|
And more of them in the pomegranate's crown.
|
|
Rowed they are within an apple's core,
|
|
Yet other fruits have them more.
|
|
And though the nectarine has but one,
|
|
Still, this is all just in fun.
|
|
Playing hide and seek - a children's game.
|
|
Finding out each player is just the same.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.73
|
|
Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Catherine M. Fanshawe
|
|
Title: A Riddle
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
'Twas whispered in Heaven, 'twas muttered in hell,
|
|
And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell;
|
|
On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest,
|
|
And in the depths of the ocean its presence confes'd;
|
|
'Twill be found in the sphere when 'tis riven asunder,
|
|
Be seen in the lightning and heard in the thunder;
|
|
'Twas allotted to man with his earliest breath,
|
|
Attends him at birth and awaits him at death,
|
|
Presides o'er his happiness, honor and health,
|
|
Is the prop of his house, and the end of his wealth.
|
|
In the heaps of the miser 'tis hoarded with care,
|
|
But is sure to be lost on his prodigal heir;
|
|
It begins every hope, every wish it must bound,
|
|
With the husbandman toils, and with monarchs is crowned;
|
|
Without it the soldier and seaman may roam,
|
|
But woe to the wretch who expels it from home!
|
|
In the whispers of conscience its voice will be found,
|
|
Nor e'er in the whirlwind of passion be drowned;
|
|
'Twill soften the heart; but though deaf be the ear,
|
|
It will make him acutely and instantly hear.
|
|
Set in shade, let it rest like a delicate flower;
|
|
Ah! Breathe on it softly, it dies in an hour
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.74
|
|
Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Jonathan Swift
|
|
Title: The Vowels: An Enigma
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
We are little airy creatures,
|
|
All of different voice and features;
|
|
One of us in glass is set,
|
|
One of us you'll find in jet,
|
|
T'other you may see in tin,
|
|
And the fourth a box within;
|
|
If the fifth you should pursue,
|
|
It can never fly from you.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.75
|
|
Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Hannah More
|
|
Title: A Riddle
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I'm a strange contradiction; I'm new, and I'm old,
|
|
I'm often in tatters, and oft decked with gold.
|
|
Though I never could read, yet lettered I'm found;
|
|
Though blind, I enlighten; though loose, I am bound,
|
|
I'm always in black, and I'm always in white;
|
|
I'm grave and I'm gay, I am heavey and light-
|
|
In form too I differ - I'm thick and I'm thin,
|
|
I've no flesh and bones, yet I'm covered with skin;
|
|
I've more points than the compass, more stops than the flute;
|
|
I sing without voice, without speaking confute.
|
|
I'm English, I'm German, I'm French, and I'm Dutch;
|
|
Some love me too fondly, some slight me too much;
|
|
I often die soon, though I sometimes live ages,
|
|
And no monarch alive has so many pages.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.76
|
|
Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
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Author: Unknown (The Young Children's Series)
|
|
Title: A Riddle
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
As I went through the garden gap,
|
|
Who should I meet but Dick Red-cap!
|
|
A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat,
|
|
If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a groat.
|
|
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Entry: 18.77
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Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Unknown (The Young Children's Series)
|
|
Title: A Riddle
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Arthur O'Bower has broken his band,
|
|
He comes roaring up the land --
|
|
The King of Scots, with all his power,
|
|
Cannot turn Arthur of the Bower!
|
|
|
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Entry: 18.78
|
|
Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Unknown (The Young Children's Series)
|
|
Title: A Riddle
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Flour of England, fruit of Spain,
|
|
Met together in a shower of rain;
|
|
Put in a bag tied round with a string,
|
|
If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.79
|
|
Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Unknown (The Young Children's Series)
|
|
Title: A Riddle
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Little Nancy Etticote,
|
|
In a white petticoat,
|
|
With a red nose;
|
|
The longer she stands
|
|
The shorter she grows.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.80
|
|
Date: 9/16/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Unknown (The Young Children's Series)
|
|
Title: A Riddle
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I have a little sister, they call her Peep, Peep;
|
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She wades the waters deep, deep, deep;
|
|
She climbs the mountains high, high, high;
|
|
Poor little creature she has but one eye.
|
|
|
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Entry: 18.81
|
|
Date: 10/14/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Title: A Riddle
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
What is it that races your mind?
|
|
Sets your heart on fire,
|
|
And blows off time?
|
|
Used to be a drink,
|
|
But isn't anymore.
|
|
And can be bought down the street;
|
|
In the five and ten cent store?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.82
|
|
Date: 10/15/92
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Title: A Riddle
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I saw a company a marching,
|
|
A marching across the sea.
|
|
And looking upon them,
|
|
I asked myself "What can they be?"
|
|
For there was a horse,
|
|
And there was a cow,
|
|
And there were men marching,
|
|
With houses and trees. But how?
|
|
|
|
I saw a company marching,
|
|
A marching across the sea.
|
|
And wondered in my rest,
|
|
How lazy I must be.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.83
|
|
Date: 8 Apr 92 14:29:56 GMT
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Title: A Riddle
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I'm up.
|
|
I'm down.
|
|
I'm all around.
|
|
Yet never can I be found.
|
|
|
|
Who am I?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.84
|
|
Date: 8 Apr 92 14:29:56 GMT
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Title: A Riddle
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I can be moved.
|
|
I can be rolled.
|
|
But nothing will I hold.
|
|
I'm red and I'm blue.
|
|
And I can be other colors too.
|
|
Having no head, though similar in shape,
|
|
I have no eyes - yet move all over the place.
|
|
|
|
What am I?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.85
|
|
Date: 8 Apr 92 14:29:56 GMT
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Title: A Riddle
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I can be eaten,
|
|
I can be grown,
|
|
And sometimes you'll find me,
|
|
As part of your home.
|
|
Though able to bend,
|
|
And sticky when broke,
|
|
I'm stouter than maple,
|
|
But weaker than oak.
|
|
|
|
What am I?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.86
|
|
Date: 8 Apr 92 14:29:56 GMT
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Title: A Riddle
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Upon me you can tread,
|
|
Though softly under cover.
|
|
And I will take you places,
|
|
That you have yet to discover.
|
|
I'm high, and I'm low,
|
|
Though flat in the middle.
|
|
And though a joy to the children,
|
|
Adults think of me little.
|
|
|
|
What am I?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.87
|
|
Date: 8 Apr 92 14:29:56 GMT
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Title: A Riddle
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
What is it which builds things up?
|
|
Lays mountains low?
|
|
Dries up lakes,
|
|
And makes things grow?
|
|
Cares not a whim about your passing?
|
|
And is like few other things,
|
|
Because it is everlasting?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.88
|
|
Date: 9 Feb 93 17:29:56 GMT
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Title: A Riddle
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
It sat upon a willow tree,
|
|
And sang softly unto me.
|
|
Easing my pain and sorrow with its song,
|
|
I wished to fly, but tarried long.
|
|
And in my suffering,
|
|
The willow was like a cool clear spring.
|
|
What was it that helped me so?
|
|
To spend my time in my woe.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.89
|
|
Date: 9 Feb 93 17:29:56 GMT
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Title: A Riddle
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I awoke with start.
|
|
Hearing its voice in the dark.
|
|
And shook more so from within,
|
|
Than that which came upon the wind.
|
|
Then, with a flare and a flash.
|
|
I hid my head and awaited the crash.
|
|
What is it that shook my body so?
|
|
And made me hide way down low?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.90
|
|
Date: 9 Feb 93 17:29:56 GMT
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Title: A Riddle
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Quickly, quickly up they run.
|
|
Then down again here they come.
|
|
Moving up, then down, then up again,
|
|
Take notes, and start again.
|
|
Combining both sharps and flats.
|
|
Does anyone know where they are at?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 18.91
|
|
Date: 9 Feb 93 17:29:56 GMT
|
|
Who: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
|
|
Author: Plato via W.H.D.Rouse's "Great Dialogues of Plato"
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
A man not a man saw and did not see a bird not a bird
|
|
sitting on a stick not a stick and hit it with a stone
|
|
not a stone.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 19.1
|
|
Date: 18 Apr 92 20:06:34 GMT
|
|
Who: heath@anchor.as.utexas.edu (James Heath)
|
|
Author: Unknown
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
They can be harbored, but few hold water,
|
|
You can nurse them, but only by holding them against someone else,
|
|
You can carry them, but not with your arms,
|
|
You can bury them, but not in the earth.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 19.2
|
|
Date: 18 Apr 92 20:06:34 GMT
|
|
Who: heath@anchor.as.utexas.edu (James Heath)
|
|
Author: Unknown
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Deep as a bowl, round as a cup,
|
|
Yet all the world's oceans can't fill it up.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 19.3
|
|
Date: 18 Apr 92 20:06:34 GMT
|
|
Who: heath@anchor.as.utexas.edu (James Heath)
|
|
Author: Unknown
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Though desert men once called me God,
|
|
To-day men call me mad,
|
|
For I wag my tail when I am angry,
|
|
And growl when I am glad.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 20.1
|
|
Date: Tue Apr 21 15:13:49 1992
|
|
Who: rwallace@unix1.tcd.ie
|
|
Author: Russell Wallace
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Fat Man at Dead Man's Journey.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 20.2
|
|
Date: Tue Apr 21 15:13:49 1992
|
|
Who: rwallace@unix1.tcd.ie
|
|
Author: Russell Wallace
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
What answer is blowing in the wind?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 21.1
|
|
Date: Thu, 30 Apr 92 13:20:32 -0700
|
|
Who: zorn@apple.com
|
|
Author: Jed Hartman
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I heard of an invading, vanquishing army
|
|
sweeping across the land, liquid-quick;
|
|
conquering everything, quelling resistance.
|
|
With it came darkness, dimming the light.
|
|
Humans hid in their houses, while outside
|
|
spears pierced, shattering stone walls.
|
|
Uncountable soldiers smashed into the ground,
|
|
but each elicited life as he died;
|
|
when the army had vanished, advancing northward,
|
|
the land was green and growing, refreshed.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 21.2
|
|
Date: Thu, 30 Apr 92 13:20:32 -0700
|
|
Who: zorn@apple.com
|
|
Author: Jed Hartman
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I saw a strange creature:
|
|
Long, hard, and straight,
|
|
Thrusting into a round, dark opening,
|
|
Preparing to discharge its load of lives.
|
|
Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it,
|
|
Then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
|
|
Say what I mean.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 21.3
|
|
Date: Thu, 30 Apr 92 13:20:32 -0700
|
|
Who: zorn@apple.com
|
|
Author: James Thurber's _The Thirteen Clocks_
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I can find a thing I cannot see and see a thing I cannot find.
|
|
The first is time, the second is a spot before my eyes.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 21.4
|
|
Date: Thu, 30 Apr 92 13:20:32 -0700
|
|
Who: zorn@apple.com
|
|
Author: James Thurber's _The Thirteen Clocks_
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I can feel a thing I cannot touch and touch a thing I cannot feel.
|
|
The first is sad and sorry, the second is your heart.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 22.1
|
|
Date: Wed, 06 May 1992 11:29:14 CDT
|
|
Who: Sean Molley -> mollems@WKUVX1.BITNET
|
|
Author: From Zork II by Infocom
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Never ahead, ever behind,
|
|
Yet flying swiftly past,
|
|
For a child, I last forever,
|
|
For adults, I'm gone too fast.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 22.2
|
|
Date: Wed, 06 May 1992 11:29:14 CDT
|
|
Who: Sean Molley -> mollems@WKUVX1.BITNET
|
|
Author: From Zork II by Infocom
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Tall she is, and round as a cup,
|
|
Yet all the king's horses
|
|
Can't draw her up.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 22.3
|
|
Date: Wed, 06 May 1992 11:29:14 CDT
|
|
Who: Sean Molley -> mollems@WKUVX1.BITNET
|
|
Author: From Might & Magic II by New World Computing
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
There more of it there is,
|
|
The less you see.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 22.4
|
|
Date: Wed, 06 May 1992 11:29:14 CDT
|
|
Who: Sean Molley -> mollems@WKUVX1.BITNET
|
|
Author: From Might & Magic II by New World Computing
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
What is not enough for one,
|
|
Just right for two,
|
|
Too much for three?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 22.5
|
|
Date: Wed, 06 May 1992 11:29:14 CDT
|
|
Who: Sean Molley -> mollems@WKUVX1.BITNET
|
|
Author: Sean Molley
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
What gets wetter the more it dries?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 22.6
|
|
Date: Wed, 06 May 1992 11:29:14 CDT
|
|
Who: Sean Molley -> mollems@WKUVX1.BITNET
|
|
Author: Sean Molley
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
H I J K L M N O
|
|
What word does this represent?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 22.7
|
|
Date: Wed, 06 May 1992 11:29:14 CDT
|
|
Who: Sean Molley -> mollems@WKUVX1.BITNET
|
|
Author: Sean Molley
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
A long snake
|
|
With a stinging bite,
|
|
I stay coiled up
|
|
Unless I must fight.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 22.8
|
|
Date: Wed, 06 May 1992 11:29:14 CDT
|
|
Who: Sean Molley -> mollems@WKUVX1.BITNET
|
|
Author: Sean Molley
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Man of old, it is told
|
|
Would search until he tired,
|
|
Not for gold, ne'er be sold,
|
|
But what sought he was fire.
|
|
|
|
Man today, thou mayst say,
|
|
Has quite another aim,
|
|
In places deep, he did seek,
|
|
To find me for his gain!
|
|
|
|
Entry: 22.9
|
|
Date: Wed, 06 May 1992 11:29:14 CDT
|
|
Who: Sean Molley -> mollems@WKUVX1.BITNET
|
|
Author: Sean Molley
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
A warrior amongst the flowers,
|
|
He bears a thrusting sword.
|
|
Able and ready to use,
|
|
To guard his golden hoard.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 23.1
|
|
Date: 09 Oct 1992 11:52:40 -0400 (EDT)
|
|
Who: Barbara -> BAJ@ACFcluster.NYU.EDU
|
|
Author: Lewis Carroll
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Tom gave his brother John a box,
|
|
About it there were many locks,
|
|
The box was not with key supplied,
|
|
But caused two lids to open wide.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 24.1
|
|
Date: Tue, 13 Oct 1992 19:30:04 -0600
|
|
Who: THOMPSON BENJAMIN RHINELANDER <thompson@spot.Colorado.EDU>
|
|
Author: THOMPSON BENJAMIN RHINELANDER
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
The Load-bearer, the Warrior,
|
|
The Frightened One, the Brave,
|
|
The Fleet-of-foot, the Ironshod
|
|
The Faithful One, the Slave
|
|
|
|
Entry: 24.2
|
|
Date: Wed, 14 Oct 1992 15:37:16 -0600
|
|
Who: THOMPSON BENJAMIN RHINELANDER <thompson@spot.Colorado.EDU>
|
|
Author: THOMPSON BENJAMIN RHINELANDER
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Walks in the wind
|
|
Runs in the rain
|
|
Makes dry oceans in the sun
|
|
Counts time, stops clocks
|
|
Swallows kingdoms, gnaws rocks.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 24.3
|
|
Date: Wed, 14 Oct 1992 19:59:08 -0600
|
|
Who: THOMPSON BENJAMIN RHINELANDER <thompson@spot.Colorado.EDU>
|
|
Author: THOMPSON BENJAMIN RHINELANDER
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
The rolling hills, the heart that beats forever,
|
|
The land that never changes, never stills
|
|
Ploughed by travellers far from home, not planted,
|
|
White in anger, green in peace, and always blue.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 25.1
|
|
Date: Sat, 28 Nov 1992 13:21:28 +0100
|
|
Who: miju@keep.fantasy.sub.org (Michael Jung)
|
|
Author: miju@keep.fantasy.sub.org (Michael Jung)
|
|
Title: Riddle 1
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Pull with all your might, only a whistle you'll gain
|
|
but almost out of sight, someone may shrink in pain.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 25.2
|
|
Date: Sat, 28 Nov 1992 13:21:28 +0100
|
|
Who: miju@keep.fantasy.sub.org (Michael Jung)
|
|
Author: miju@keep.fantasy.sub.org (Michael Jung)
|
|
Title: Riddle 2
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Listen closely, I'm hard to understand
|
|
I am as elusive as is a handful of sand.
|
|
Even if you perceive me, you know me not
|
|
before you can tell me, what I have forgot.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 26.1
|
|
Date: Wed, 7 Jul 93 23:00:04 -0400
|
|
Who: Douglas WEBB <dwebb@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca>
|
|
Author: 'Dream Park' by Niven & Barnes
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
As I went over London Bridge
|
|
I met my sister Jenny
|
|
I broke her neck and drank her blood
|
|
And left here standing empty.
|
|
Tell me who was my sister?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 26.2
|
|
Date: Wed, 7 Jul 93 23:00:04 -0400
|
|
Who: Douglas WEBB <dwebb@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca>
|
|
Author: 'Dream Park' by Niven & Barnes
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
What goes through the door without pinching itself?
|
|
What sits on the stove without burning itself?
|
|
What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 26.3
|
|
Date: Wed, 7 Jul 93 23:00:04 -0400
|
|
Who: Douglas WEBB <dwebb@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca>
|
|
Author: 'Dream Park' by Niven & Barnes
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
What work is it that,
|
|
the faster you work,
|
|
the longer it is before your work is done,
|
|
And the slower you work
|
|
the sooner your work is finished?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 26.4
|
|
Date: Wed, 7 Jul 93 23:00:04 -0400
|
|
Who: Douglas WEBB <dwebb@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca>
|
|
Author: 'Dream Park' by Niven & Barnes
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Whilst I was engaged in sitting
|
|
I spied the dead carrying the living
|
|
What did I see?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 26.5
|
|
Date: Wed, 7 Jul 93 23:00:04 -0400
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Who: Douglas WEBB <dwebb@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca>
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Author: 'Dream Park' by Niven & Barnes
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Title: None
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Riddle:
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I know a word of letters three,
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Add two and fewer there will be.
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Entry: 26.6
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Date: Wed, 7 Jul 93 23:00:04 -0400
|
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Who: Douglas WEBB <dwebb@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca>
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Author: 'Dream Park' by Niven & Barnes
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Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
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I give you a group of three.
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One is sitting down, and never will get up.
|
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The second eats as much as is given him,
|
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yet is always hungry.
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The third goes away and never returns.
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Entry: 26.7
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Date: Wed, 7 Jul 93 23:00:04 -0400
|
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Who: Douglas WEBB <dwebb@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca>
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Author: 'Dream Park' by Niven & Barnes
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Title: None
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|
Riddle:
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Whoever makes it, tells it not.
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Whoever takes it, knows it not.
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Whoever knows it, wants it not.
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|
Of what do I speak?
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Entry: 26.8
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Date: Wed, 7 Jul 93 23:00:04 -0400
|
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Who: Douglas WEBB <dwebb@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca>
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Author: 'Dream Park' by Niven & Barnes
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
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Who makes it, has no need of it.
|
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Who buys it, has no use for it.
|
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Who uses it, can neither see nor feel it.
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Entry: 26.9
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Date: Wed, 7 Jul 93 23:00:04 -0400
|
|
Who: Douglas WEBB <dwebb@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca>
|
|
Author: Christopheros of Mytilene
|
|
Title: None
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
You seized me, and yet I fled
|
|
You see me flee and cannot hold me tight
|
|
You press me in your hand, then your fist is empty.
|
|
What am I?
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Entry: 27.1
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Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 01:13:44 EDT
|
|
Who: Dead Ghost aka Joe Colleran (jnc4p@virginia.edu)
|
|
Author: Some ancient author (Homer I think)
|
|
Title: Riddle of Man (from the Odyssey?)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
What has four legs in the morning,
|
|
Two legs in the afternoon,
|
|
And three legs in the evening?
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|
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Entry: 27.2
|
|
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 01:13:44 EDT
|
|
Who: Dead Ghost aka Joe Colleran (jnc4p@virginia.edu)
|
|
Author: Some ancient author (Homer I think)
|
|
Title: Riddle of Man (from the Odyssey?)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
What is deaf, dumb and blind
|
|
and always tells the truth ?
|
|
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Entry: 27.3
|
|
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 01:13:44 EDT
|
|
Who: Dead Ghost aka Joe Colleran (jnc4p@virginia.edu)
|
|
Author: Bob Blake
|
|
Title: The Riddles of the Stone #2
|
|
(from TSR Module C4: To Find a King)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
What is always in front of you
|
|
but cannot be seen?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 27.4
|
|
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 01:13:44 EDT
|
|
Who: Dead Ghost aka Joe Colleran (jnc4p@virginia.edu)
|
|
Author: Bob Blake
|
|
Title: The Riddles of the Stone #2
|
|
(from TSR Module C4: To Find a King)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
What does man love more than life,
|
|
hate more than death or mortal strife;
|
|
|
|
That which contented men desire,
|
|
the poor have, the rich require;
|
|
|
|
The miser spends, the spendthrift saves,
|
|
and all men carry to their graves?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 27.5
|
|
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 01:13:44 EDT
|
|
Who: Dead Ghost aka Joe Colleran (jnc4p@virginia.edu)
|
|
Author: Harry Nuckols
|
|
Title: TSR Module B9: Castle Caldwell and Beyond
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
To exit from this awful place,
|
|
The eastern corridor you must pace
|
|
And chant the magic words:
|
|
|
|
OWAH
|
|
TAGOO
|
|
SIAM
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|
|
|
Entry: 27.6
|
|
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 01:13:44 EDT
|
|
Who: Dead Ghost aka Joe Colleran (jnc4p@virginia.edu)
|
|
Author: Tom Prusa
|
|
Title: Gwendolyn's Riddles #1 (TSR Module WGR2: Treasures of Greyhawk)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
A life longer than any man,
|
|
it dies each year to be reborn.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 27.7
|
|
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 01:13:44 EDT
|
|
Who: Dead Ghost aka Joe Colleran (jnc4p@virginia.edu)
|
|
Author: Tom Prusa
|
|
Title: Gwendolyn's Riddles #1 (TSR Module WGR2: Treasures of Greyhawk)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
In the eyes it causes blindness,
|
|
in the nose just a sneeze;
|
|
Yet some suck this down,
|
|
and act as if pleased.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 27.8
|
|
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 01:13:44 EDT
|
|
Who: Dead Ghost aka Joe Colleran (jnc4p@virginia.edu)
|
|
Author: Tom Prusa
|
|
Title: Gwendolyn's Riddles #1 (TSR Module WGR2: Treasures of Greyhawk)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
It stands alone, with no bone or solid form.
|
|
Adamant, it prospers never wrong,
|
|
though hurt it may.
|
|
|
|
Twistable, malleable, might it be,
|
|
but always straight as an arrow.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 27.9
|
|
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 01:13:44 EDT
|
|
Who: Dead Ghost aka Joe Colleran (jnc4p@virginia.edu)
|
|
Author: Scott Roach
|
|
Title: Rhyme & Reason #1 (Dragon Magazine #175 November, 1991
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
What sphinxes employ,
|
|
the players enjoy.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 27.10
|
|
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 01:13:44 EDT
|
|
Who: Dead Ghost aka Joe Colleran (jnc4p@virginia.edu)
|
|
Author: Scott Roach
|
|
Title: Rhyme & Reason #1 (Dragon Magazine #175 November, 1991
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
A man of a hundred stood out in the cold,
|
|
Exchanged his gay headdress, of colors
|
|
most bold,
|
|
For one of pure ivory, just now a day old.
|
|
|
|
But though freshly dressed, the old man
|
|
stood alone -
|
|
It was his misfortune to live on a wold.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 27.11
|
|
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 01:13:44 EDT
|
|
Who: Dead Ghost aka Joe Colleran (jnc4p@virginia.edu)
|
|
Author: Scott Roach
|
|
Title: Rhyme & Reason #1 (Dragon Magazine #175 November, 1991
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
There's someone that I'm always near,
|
|
Yet in the dark I disappear.
|
|
To this one only I am loyal,
|
|
Though in his wake I'm doomed to toil.
|
|
|
|
He feels me not (we always touch);
|
|
If I were lost, he'd not lose much.
|
|
And now I come to my surprise,
|
|
For you are he - but who am I ?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 27.12
|
|
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 01:13:44 EDT
|
|
Who: Dead Ghost aka Joe Colleran (jnc4p@virginia.edu)
|
|
Author: Scott Roach
|
|
Title: Rhyme & Reason #1 (Dragon Magazine #175 November, 1991
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I'm often held, yet rarely touched;
|
|
I'm always wet, yet never rust;
|
|
I'm sometimes wagged and sometimes bit;
|
|
To use me well, you must have wit.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 27.13
|
|
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 01:13:44 EDT
|
|
Who: Dead Ghost aka Joe Colleran (jnc4p@virginia.edu)
|
|
Author: Scott Roach
|
|
Title: Rhyme & Reason #1 (Dragon Magazine #175 November, 1991
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
The only tool which sharper grows
|
|
Whenever used in any row.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 27.14
|
|
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 01:13:44 EDT
|
|
Who: Dead Ghost aka Joe Colleran (jnc4p@virginia.edu)
|
|
Author: Scott Roach
|
|
Title: Rhyme & Reason #1 (Dragon Magazine #175 November, 1991
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
In the window she sat weeping.
|
|
And with each tear her life went seeping.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 27.15
|
|
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 01:13:44 EDT
|
|
Who: Dead Ghost aka Joe Colleran (jnc4p@virginia.edu)
|
|
Author: Scott Roach
|
|
Title: Rhyme & Reason #1 (Dragon Magazine #175 November, 1991
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I'm not really more than holes tied to more
|
|
holes;
|
|
I'm strong as good steel, though not as stif
|
|
as a pole.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 27.16
|
|
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 01:13:44 EDT
|
|
Who: Dead Ghost aka Joe Colleran (jnc4p@virginia.edu)
|
|
Author: Scott Roach
|
|
Title: Rhyme & Reason #1 (Dragon Magazine #175 November, 1991
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
I've little strength, but mighty powers;
|
|
I guard small hovels and great towers.
|
|
But if perchance my master leaves,
|
|
He must ensure he safeguards me.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 27.17
|
|
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 01:13:44 EDT
|
|
Who: Dead Ghost aka Joe Colleran (jnc4p@virginia.edu)
|
|
Author: Scott Roach
|
|
Title: Rhyme & Reason #1 (Dragon Magazine #175 November, 1991
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
The floor's on top, the roof's beneath,
|
|
And from this place I rarely leave.
|
|
Yet with the passing of each day,
|
|
A new horizon greets my gaze.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 27.18
|
|
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 01:13:44 EDT
|
|
Who: Dead Ghost aka Joe Colleran (jnc4p@virginia.edu)
|
|
Author: Mark Anthony
|
|
Title: The Riddle! #1 (Dragon Magazine #175 November, 1991)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Delivered by breath,
|
|
scares heroes to death.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 27.19
|
|
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 01:13:44 EDT
|
|
Who: Dead Ghost aka Joe Colleran (jnc4p@virginia.edu)
|
|
Author: Mark Anthony
|
|
Title: The Riddle! #2 (Dragon Magazine #175 November, 1991)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
In daytime I lie pooled about,
|
|
At night I cloak like a mist.
|
|
I creep inside shut boxes and
|
|
Inside your tightened fist.
|
|
You see me best when you can't see,
|
|
For I do not exist.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 27.20
|
|
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 01:13:44 EDT
|
|
Who: Dead Ghost aka Joe Colleran (jnc4p@virginia.edu)
|
|
Author: Mark Anthony
|
|
Title: The Riddle! #3 (Dragon Magazine #175 November, 1991)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Devils and rogues know nothing else,
|
|
save starlight.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 27.21
|
|
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 01:13:44 EDT
|
|
Who: Dead Ghost aka Joe Colleran (jnc4p@virginia.edu)
|
|
Author: Mark Anthony
|
|
Title: The Riddle! #4 (Dragon Magazine #175 November, 1991)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Both king and horse have this, of course,
|
|
But you'll want neither of them, perforce.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 28.1
|
|
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 93 15:47:05 PDT
|
|
Who: Eric Yin <eyin@nml1sun.hsc.usc.edu>
|
|
Author: E.S. Craighill Handy (and Others)
|
|
Title: Riddles of Ancient Hawaii
|
|
(The Ancient Hawaiian Civilization)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
My little fish-pond.
|
|
It contains one fish.
|
|
It has three outlets.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 28.2
|
|
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 93 15:47:05 PDT
|
|
Who: Eric Yin <eyin@nml1sun.hsc.usc.edu>
|
|
Author: E.S. Craighill Handy (and Others)
|
|
Title: Riddles of Ancient Hawaii
|
|
(The Ancient Hawaiian Civilization)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
My spring up on the cliff.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 28.3
|
|
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 93 15:47:05 PDT
|
|
Who: Eric Yin <eyin@nml1sun.hsc.usc.edu>
|
|
Author: E.S. Craighill Handy (and Others)
|
|
Title: Riddles of Ancient Hawaii
|
|
(The Ancient Hawaiian Civilization)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Three walls and you reach water.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 28.4
|
|
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 93 15:47:05 PDT
|
|
Who: Eric Yin <eyin@nml1sun.hsc.usc.edu>
|
|
Author: E.S. Craighill Handy (and Others)
|
|
Title: Riddles of Ancient Hawaii
|
|
(The Ancient Hawaiian Civilization)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
When it is born, it has gray hairs.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 28.5
|
|
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 93 15:47:05 PDT
|
|
Who: Eric Yin <eyin@nml1sun.hsc.usc.edu>
|
|
Author: E.S. Craighill Handy (and Others)
|
|
Title: Riddles of Ancient Hawaii
|
|
(The Ancient Hawaiian Civilization)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
Many small shellfish, one large shellfish.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 28.6
|
|
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 93 15:47:05 PDT
|
|
Who: Eric Yin <eyin@nml1sun.hsc.usc.edu>
|
|
Author: E.S. Craighill Handy (and Others)
|
|
Title: Riddles of Ancient Hawaii
|
|
(The Ancient Hawaiian Civilization)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
My fish which owns the earth (honua in Hawaiian).
|
|
|
|
Entry: 28.7
|
|
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 93 15:47:05 PDT
|
|
Who: Eric Yin <eyin@nml1sun.hsc.usc.edu>
|
|
Author: E.S. Craighill Handy (and Others)
|
|
Title: Riddles of Ancient Hawaii
|
|
(The Ancient Hawaiian Civilization)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
My kapa (a type of cloth) log that
|
|
is always sounding without rest.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 28.8
|
|
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 93 15:47:05 PDT
|
|
Who: Eric Yin <eyin@nml1sun.hsc.usc.edu>
|
|
Author: E.S. Craighill Handy (and Others)
|
|
Title: Riddles of Ancient Hawaii
|
|
(The Ancient Hawaiian Civilization)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
My little fish for which is the eye
|
|
(maka in Hawaiian).
|
|
|
|
Entry: 28.9
|
|
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 93 15:47:05 PDT
|
|
Who: Eric Yin <eyin@nml1sun.hsc.usc.edu>
|
|
Author: E.S. Craighill Handy (and Others)
|
|
Title: Riddles of Ancient Hawaii
|
|
(The Ancient Hawaiian Civilization)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
In the morning four legs,
|
|
at noon two legs,
|
|
at evening three legs.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 28.10
|
|
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 93 15:47:05 PDT
|
|
Who: Eric Yin <eyin@nml1sun.hsc.usc.edu>
|
|
Author: E.S. Craighill Handy (and Others)
|
|
Title: Riddles of Ancient Hawaii
|
|
(The Ancient Hawaiian Civilization)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
My bird dwells and sleeps with men.
|
|
Eats no food, drinks no water,
|
|
but lives nevertheless to a rip old age.
|
|
What is the name of the bird?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 28.11
|
|
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 93 15:47:05 PDT
|
|
Who: Eric Yin <eyin@nml1sun.hsc.usc.edu>
|
|
Author: E.S. Craighill Handy (and Others)
|
|
Title: Riddles of Ancient Hawaii
|
|
(The Ancient Hawaiian Civilization)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
My chief who returned to the eye of
|
|
the turtle and died.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 28.12
|
|
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 93 15:47:05 PDT
|
|
Who: Eric Yin <eyin@nml1sun.hsc.usc.edu>
|
|
Author: E.S. Craighill Handy (and Others)
|
|
Title: Riddles of Ancient Hawaii
|
|
(The Ancient Hawaiian Civilization)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
My man that cannot be cut.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 28.13
|
|
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 93 15:47:05 PDT
|
|
Who: Eric Yin <eyin@nml1sun.hsc.usc.edu>
|
|
Author: E.S. Craighill Handy (and Others)
|
|
Title: Riddles of Ancient Hawaii
|
|
(The Ancient Hawaiian Civilization)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
My little canoe house that has one post and two gates.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 28.14
|
|
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 93 15:47:05 PDT
|
|
Who: Eric Yin <eyin@nml1sun.hsc.usc.edu>
|
|
Author: E.S. Craighill Handy (and Others)
|
|
Title: Riddles of Ancient Hawaii
|
|
(The Ancient Hawaiian Civilization)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
My canoes, going day and night,
|
|
ten bowspirits, two sterns.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 28.15
|
|
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 93 15:47:05 PDT
|
|
Who: Eric Yin <eyin@nml1sun.hsc.usc.edu>
|
|
Author: E.S. Craighill Handy (and Others)
|
|
Title: Riddles of Ancient Hawaii
|
|
(The Ancient Hawaiian Civilization)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
My red cave, white soldiers standing in line.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 28.16
|
|
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 93 15:47:05 PDT
|
|
Who: Eric Yin <eyin@nml1sun.hsc.usc.edu>
|
|
Author: E.S. Craighill Handy (and Others)
|
|
Title: Riddles of Ancient Hawaii
|
|
(The Ancient Hawaiian Civilization)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
My man crying day and night,
|
|
all through the year.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 28.17
|
|
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 93 15:47:05 PDT
|
|
Who: Eric Yin <eyin@nml1sun.hsc.usc.edu>
|
|
Author: E.S. Craighill Handy (and Others)
|
|
Title: Riddles of Ancient Hawaii
|
|
(The Ancient Hawaiian Civilization)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
My hala (Pandanus leaf) wreath.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 28.18
|
|
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 93 15:47:05 PDT
|
|
Who: Eric Yin <eyin@nml1sun.hsc.usc.edu>
|
|
Author: E.S. Craighill Handy (and Others)
|
|
Title: Riddles of Ancient Hawaii
|
|
(The Ancient Hawaiian Civilization)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
When you get up in the morning and go,
|
|
how many are there?
|
|
|
|
Entry: 28.19
|
|
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 93 15:47:05 PDT
|
|
Who: Eric Yin <eyin@nml1sun.hsc.usc.edu>
|
|
Author: E.S. Craighill Handy (and Others)
|
|
Title: Riddles of Ancient Hawaii
|
|
(The Ancient Hawaiian Civilization)
|
|
Riddle:
|
|
|
|
The "ele" in the upland,
|
|
the "ele" in the lowland,
|
|
the "ele" in the middle,
|
|
the "ele" on the shore.
|
|
|
|
Entry: 28.20
|
|
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 93 15:47:05 PDT
|
|
Who: Eric Yin <eyin@nml1sun.hsc.usc.edu>
|
|
Author: E.S. Craighill Handy (and Others)
|
|
Title: Riddles of Ancient Hawaii
|
|
(The Ancient Hawaiian Civilization)
|
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Riddle:
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My cloak always spread.
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Entry: 29.1
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Date: 31 Aug 1993 00:35:42 GMT
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Who: rosie@deakin.OZ.AU (Andrew Rosewarne)
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Author: Unknown
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Title: Unknown
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Riddle:
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"I am a strong as ten men yet ten men
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cannot stand me up what am I??"
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Entry: 30.1
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Date: 13 Sep 93 03:28:51 GMT
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Who: smt0@ns1.cc.lehigh.edu (STEFAN M. THIEME)
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Author: Unknown
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Title: Unknown
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Riddle:
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Above all things
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have I been placed
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thus have I
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a man disgraced.
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I describe
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sunlight or lock
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but after all
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I'm just a rock.
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Entry: 30.2
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Date: 13 Sep 93 03:28:51 GMT
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Who: smt0@ns1.cc.lehigh.edu (STEFAN M. THIEME)
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Author: Unknown
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Title: Unknown
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Riddle:
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I cost no money to use.
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Or conscious effort to take part of.
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And as far as you can see,
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there is nothing to me.
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But without me, you are
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dead.
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Entry: 30.3
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Date: 13 Sep 93 03:28:51 GMT
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Who: smt0@ns1.cc.lehigh.edu (STEFAN M. THIEME)
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Author: Unknown
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Title: Unknown
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Riddle:
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Sturdy, strong stable, still
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Some live in me some live on
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And some find me to live upon.
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I rarely leave my native land.
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Until my death I always stand.
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Sturdy Strong Stable Still
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Often shaken, but not at will.
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High and low I may be found
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both above and under ground.
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Entry: 30.4
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Date: 13 Sep 93 03:28:51 GMT
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Who: smt0@ns1.cc.lehigh.edu (STEFAN M. THIEME)
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Author: Unknown
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Title: Unknown
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Riddle:
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At the sound of me I can make women weep.
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At the sound of me men may clap or stamp their feet.
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What am I?
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Entry: 30.5
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Date: 13 Sep 93 03:28:51 GMT
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Who: smt0@ns1.cc.lehigh.edu (STEFAN M. THIEME)
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Author: Unknown
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Title: Unknown
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Riddle:
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(more of a regular brain-teaser)
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Old King Ghorn had forged his kingdom from the war-wracked
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lands of Arndor not by the strength of his sword but by the
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sharpness of mind. It was his cleverness that tricked the
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goblins into leaving; it was trickiness that made the dragon
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wing to better hunting grounds; it was his wisdom that kept
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the barons from feuding amongst themselves and the horsemen
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from attacking. Peace had reigned in Ghornia for 35 years,
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and the king's sword became rusty as he raised his family.
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Alas, the old king was on his deathbed before he could sire
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any sons; his only heir was his daughter Triella. Now Good
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King Ghorn knew that for peace to continue in Ghornia the
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next king would have to be as clever, and so he devised the
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following test for his daughter's suitors. He who could pass
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it would become king; all others would die.
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The test was thus:
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The princess was put in the center of a huge 50 foot by 50
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foot carpet. Whomsoever could touch her hand would get the
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princess, and the throne besides. However, the rules of the
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test were that the contestants could not walk over the
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carpet, cross the plane of the carpet, or hang from
|
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anything; nor could they use anything but their body and
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wits (i.e. no magic or psionics, nor any items such as
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ladders, block and tackles etc). Furthermore, only normal
|
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humans could be applicants (i.e. no deformed guys with 50
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foot arms, or shapechangers).
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Ghornia now stands; it has a king whose wisdom is
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unsurpassed. How did the king touch Triella's hand?
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Entry: 31.1
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Date: Mon, 20 Sep 1993 16:43:00 GMT
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Who: v062p74v@ubvms.cc.buffalo.edu (Brian A Weibel)
|
|
Author: Found in a 11th grade English book
|
|
Title: Unknown
|
|
Riddle:
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Wounded I am, and weary with fighting;
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Gashed by iron, gored by the point of it,
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Sick of battle-work, battered and scarred.
|
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Many a fearful fight have I seen, when
|
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Hope there was none, or helping the thick of it,
|
|
Ere I was down and fordone in the fray.
|
|
Offspring of hammers, hardest of battle-blades,
|
|
Smithied in forges, fell on me savagely,
|
|
Doomed to bear the brunt and shock of it,
|
|
Fierce encounter of clashing foes,
|
|
Leech cannot heal my hurts with his simples,
|
|
Salves and sores have I sought in vain.
|
|
Blade cuts dolorous, deep in the side of me,
|
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Daily and nightly redouble my wounds.
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Entry: 31.2
|
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Date: Mon, 20 Sep 1993 16:43:00 GMT
|
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Who: v062p74v@ubvms.cc.buffalo.edu (Brian A Weibel)
|
|
Author: Found in a 11th grade English book
|
|
Title: Unknown
|
|
Riddle:
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I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten;
|
|
That is a strange thing, I thought, weird
|
|
That a man's song be swallowed by a worm,
|
|
His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by
|
|
Rustled in the night--and the robber-guest
|
|
Not one wit the wiser for the words he had mumbled.
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Entry: 31.3
|
|
Date: Mon, 20 Sep 1993 16:43:00 GMT
|
|
Who: v062p74v@ubvms.cc.buffalo.edu (Brian A Weibel)
|
|
Author: Found in a 11th grade English book
|
|
Title: Unknown
|
|
Riddle:
|
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|
|
The wave, over the wave, a weird thing I saw,
|
|
Through-wrought, and wonderful ornate:
|
|
A wonder on the waves--water become bone.
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Entry: 31.4
|
|
Date: Mon, 20 Sep 1993 16:43:00 GMT
|
|
Who: v062p74v@ubvms.cc.buffalo.edu (Brian A Weibel)
|
|
Author: Found in a 11th grade English book
|
|
Title: Unknown
|
|
Riddle:
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I war with the wind, with the waves I wrestle;
|
|
I must battle with both when the bottom I seek,
|
|
My strange habitation by surges o'er-roofed.
|
|
I am strong in strife, while I still remain;
|
|
As soon as I stir, they are stronger than I.
|
|
They wrench and they wrest, till I run from my foes;
|
|
What was put in my keeping they carry away.
|
|
If my back be not broken, I baffle them still;
|
|
The rocks are my helpers, when hard I am pressed;
|
|
Grimly I grip them. Guess what I'm called.
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Entry: 31.5
|
|
Date: Mon, 20 Sep 1993 16:43:00 GMT
|
|
Who: v062p74v@ubvms.cc.buffalo.edu (Brian A Weibel)
|
|
Author: Found in a 11th grade English book
|
|
Title: Unknown
|
|
Riddle:
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|
My beak is below, I burrow and nose
|
|
Under the ground, I go as I'm guided
|
|
By my master the farmer, old foe of the forest;
|
|
Bent and bowed, and my back he walks,
|
|
Forward pushing me over the field;
|
|
Sows on my path where I've passed along.
|
|
I come from the wood, a wagon carried me;
|
|
I was fitted with skill, I am full of wonders.
|
|
As grubbing I go, there's green on one side,
|
|
But black on the other my path is seen.
|
|
A curious prong pierces my back;
|
|
Beneath me in front, another grows down
|
|
And forward pointing is fixed to my head.
|
|
I tear and gash the ground with my teeth,
|
|
If my master steer me with skill from behind.
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|
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Entry: 31.6
|
|
Date: Mon, 20 Sep 1993 16:43:00 GMT
|
|
Who: v062p74v@ubvms.cc.buffalo.edu (Brian A Weibel)
|
|
Author: Found in a 11th grade English book
|
|
Title: Unknown
|
|
Riddle:
|
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|
|
I am puff-breasted, proud crested,
|
|
As head I have, and a high tail,
|
|
Eyes & ears and one foot,
|
|
Both my sides, a back that's hollow,
|
|
A very stout beak, a steeple neck
|
|
And a home above men. Harsh are my sufferings
|
|
When that which makes the forest tremble takes and shakes me.
|
|
Here I stand under steaming rain
|
|
And blinding sleet, stoned by hail;
|
|
Freezes the frost and falls the snow
|
|
On me stuck-bellied. And I stick it all out
|
|
For I cannot change the change that made me.
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Entry: 31.7
|
|
Date: Mon, 20 Sep 1993 16:43:00 GMT
|
|
Who: v062p74v@ubvms.cc.buffalo.edu (Brian A Weibel)
|
|
Author: Found in a 11th grade English book
|
|
Title: Unknown
|
|
Riddle:
|
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A painting, I have no frame,
|
|
No gallery exhibits me;
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|
Here today, tomorrow I move;
|
|
Yet I am as permanent as life itself.
|
|
A painting, I use no canvas,
|
|
Yet my canvas is the essence of life;
|
|
No brush was used in my creation,
|
|
But colors are mine to display.
|
|
A painting; who am I?
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Entry: 31.8
|
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Date: Mon, 20 Sep 1993 16:43:00 GMT
|
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Who: v062p74v@ubvms.cc.buffalo.edu (Brian A Weibel)
|
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Author: Found in a 11th grade English book
|
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Title: Unknown
|
|
Riddle:
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I have no beginning, I do not end;
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I can be warm, I am cold;
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I imprison, I surround.
|
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Heavy I am, but light as well.
|
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A fist may not find use for me,
|
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I am male, I am female,
|
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I encircle, I bind.
|
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I have no ending, I do not begin.
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Entry: 31.9
|
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Date: Mon, 20 Sep 1993 16:43:00 GMT
|
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Who: v062p74v@ubvms.cc.buffalo.edu (Brian A Weibel)
|
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Author: Found in a 11th grade English book
|
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Title: Unknown
|
|
Riddle:
|
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I sit on the ground
|
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Finger up-raised to heaven.
|
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I speak with clear tones
|
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And aim for others
|
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To go where I point.
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==========================================================================
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Answers to the above riddles
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==========================================================================
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1.1 Salt
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Ice.
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1.2 A silver dish of some kind floating in an oil lamp with the flame above
|
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it.
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1.3 A butterfly
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1.4 Lightning
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Lightning Bolt
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1.5 A book
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1.6 A dog baying at the cresent moon.
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1.7 Memories
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1.8 Their color changes easily
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1.9 The letter "M"
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1.10 Manhattan
|
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Solved by Mark Suters and Phil Randall
|
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(g8411891@cc.uow.edu.au)
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1.11 Childhood
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2.1 Your eyes
|
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The Sun and the Moon
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3.1 A Heart.
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4.1 The Moon
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5.1 Since, after shooting 1/4 of the birds, the rest will fly off, the answer
|
|
should be either (2*(4+20))/4=12 or ((2*4)+20)/4=7.
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6.1 Unknown. Thought to be: Post. As in the post on a door.
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7.1 A golden coin
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7.2 Friend
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8.1 A whip
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9.1 Unknown
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9.2 Unknown
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9.3 Unknown
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9.4 Unknown
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9.5 Unknown
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9.6 Unknown
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9.7 Unknown
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9.8 Unknown
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9.9 Unknown
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10.1 A mountain
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10.2 Your teeth
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10.3 The wind
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10.4 A daisy in field of grass, big eye is sun (stupid one.)
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10.5 The darkness
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10.6 Eggssesss
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Orange
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10.7 A fish
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10.8 Time
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10.9 Your heart
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10.10 Your word
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10.11 Your breath
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10.12 A river
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10.13 Water
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10.14 Silence
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10.15 The air?
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10.16 A fire
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10.17 Your heart
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10.18 A war
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10.19 Hope
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10.20 Sounds or Noises
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10.21 A wheel
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10.22 An iceberg or a piece of ice
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10.23 A snail
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10.24 A candle
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10.25 A boat
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A cave
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10.26 A mirror
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10.27 A fire
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10.28 Water
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10.29 Icicles
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teeth
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stalactites
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10.30 A shadow
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10.31 A piano
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A harpsichord
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10.32 In the mind
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10.33 A compass.
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10.34 The beggar was his sister
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Two priests
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11.1 Bees
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11.2 An Apple
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11.3 Italy (Rome)
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11.4 The Four Horsemen of Apocolypse
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11.5 A Unicorn
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11.6 Counterfiet Money
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11.7 An Axe
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11.8 A Man With A Wooden Leg
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11.9 A Shadow
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11.10 A Wooden, Stringed Instrument
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11.11 An Icicle
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11.12 A Wedding Ring
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12.1 A coffin
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13.1 Weeping
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14.1 Nothing.
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Something
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15.1 Paradox (and a pair of docks)
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15.2 A bride (something old, something new, something borrowed something blue)
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16.1 Nothing
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16.2
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16.3 Nothing
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17.1 An onion
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17.2 Piss (yes, really...)
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17.3 A sword.
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18.1 One
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18.2 Teeth
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18.3 The Sun
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A Shadow
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18.4 A Diamond
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A gem
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18.5 A pair of tongs
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18.6 Three peasants about to be eaten by a dragon.
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The Monkees about to be eaten by a dragon.
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18.7 Passing Gas
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18.8 Yeast
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18.9 Your opinions
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18.10 One leg is a leg of mutton.
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Two legs is a person.
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Three legs is a stool.
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Four legs is a dog.
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18.11 Your hands
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18.12 Horses
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18.13 Candy
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18.14 Fog
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Mist
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18.15 Emotions
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18.16 A Riddle
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18.17 A star
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18.18 Mud (Your mom wishes you'd wash it off)
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18.19 A monitor (More of a Traveller riddle)
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18.20 Your home
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18.21 Music
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18.22 Roots
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18.23 A Weeping Willow
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18.24 The desert
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18.25 A fountain
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18.26 A stage
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18.27 Growing Old
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18.28 The Wreck of the Hesperus by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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(The reef of Norman's Woe)
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18.29 A wild boar (Razor back)
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18.30 The heart of the forest
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18.31 Sharing
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18.32 A Hummingbird
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18.33 A Morning Glory
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18.34 A mirage
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18.35 A rainbow
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18.36 The open plains
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18.37 Going down a river with rapids in a boat.
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18.38 A doll
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18.39 Old age
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18.40 Paradox/Opposites
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18.41 Sunlight
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18.42 Childhood
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Childhood's Fairy Tales
|
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18.43 A bell ringing out at midnight.
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18.44 A ring of fire.
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18.45 A tree (A BIT obscure, I'd say!)
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18.46 Your eyes
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18.47 A centipede or millipede
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18.48 Lady Slippers
|
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18.49 Daffodil
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18.50 Pandora's Box
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18.51 Prickly Pear or other thorny, fruit bearing plant.
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18.52 A bull
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18.53 Liquor
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18.54 An eclipse
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18.55 A child playing with her doll house.
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18.56 A cat and mouse.
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18.57 A lighthouse
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18.58 A tree
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18.59 A mouse
|
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18.60 Water, river, stream, etc...
|
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18.61 A leaf
|
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18.62 A robin
|
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18.63 Fingers
|
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18.64 Thumb: Hitchhike
|
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1st Finger:Accusing finger
|
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2nd Finger:Doctor's finger
|
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3rd Finger:Pointing finger
|
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4th Finger:Ear finger
|
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18.65 A jewelry box
|
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18.66 A tree frozen/caught in a stream
|
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18.67 Lightening Bugs
|
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18.68 A solar eclipse
|
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18.69 He broke his word
|
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18.70 A bear
|
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18.71 Hay
|
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18.72 Seeds
|
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18.73 The letter H
|
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18.74 The Vowels
|
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18.75 A Book
|
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18.76 A cherry
|
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18.77 A storm of wind
|
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18.78 A plum pudding
|
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18.79 A candle
|
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18.80 A star
|
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18.81 Coke. This was thought up for someone
|
|
who was playing in a detective type of
|
|
RPG game. It has a double meaning in
|
|
that Cocaine used to be used in Coke.
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Thus, this is like a tip given to
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someone about a cocaine deal.
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18.82 Clouds in the sky
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18.83 The Wind
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18.84 A Ball
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18.85 A Pecan or Walnut Tree
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18.86 Stairs
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18.87 Time
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18.88 A bird
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18.89 Thunder and Lightning
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18.90 Hands on a keyboard
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18.91 A eunuch saw a bat sitting on a reed and
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hit it with a piece of pumice.
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19.1 A grudge
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19.2 A sieve/collander (Sphere of Annihilation ;-)
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19.3 A cat
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20.1 The Trinity A-bomb test at La Jornada del Muerto, Alamogordo, New Mexico
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20.2 Forty-two.
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(How many roads must a man walk down ...)
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21.1 A rainstorm.
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21.2 Train/Subway
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21.3 Time
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21.4 Your Heart
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22.1 Youth
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22.2 A Well
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22.3 Darkness
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22.4 A Secret
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22.5 A Towel
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22.6 Water (H to O ... H2O)
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22.7 Whip
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22.8 Oil
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Jewels
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22.9 Bees
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23.1 A smack up the side of the head.
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24.1 A horse
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24.2 Sand
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24.3 The sea/ocean
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25.1 A bow and arrow
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25.2 A riddle
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26.1 Bottle of gin
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26.2 The sun
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26.3 Roasting meat on a spit
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26.4 A ship (The vessel is made of dead wood
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and the people are alive.)
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26.5 few
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26.6 Stove, fire, and smoke
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26.7 Counterfeit money
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26.8 A coffin (See #12.1 also)
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26.9 Snow
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27.1 Man
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(A baby crawls on four legs, an adult walks on two,
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and an old man walks with the aid of a cane.)
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27.2 A mirror
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27.3 The future
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27.4 "Nothing"
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("Nothing" fullfills the conditions of all the verses.)
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27.5 The correct pronounciation of OWAH TAGOO SIAM is
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"Oh, what a goose I am"
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27.6 A tree
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27.7 Smoke
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27.8 The truth
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27.9 A riddle
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27.10 A tree. It is late autumn, and snow has just fallen over
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the brightly colored leaves. Trees of course live to a
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great age and would be a rarity on a grassy plain.
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(i.e. a wold)
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27.11 Your shadow
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27.12 Tongue
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27.13 Tongue, again. The meaning of the word "row" to which the rhyme
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refers is an arguement or quarrel.
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27.14 A candle
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27.15 A chain
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27.16 A key
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27.17 A sailor on a ship
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27.18 The Riddle
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27.19 Darkness
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27.20 Darkness
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27.21 reign/reins
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28.1 a young coconut
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28.2 a coconut
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28.3 a coconut (Suprise! ^_^)
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28.4 the sugarcane flower
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28.5 the moon and stars
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28.6 a turtle -- a play on honua (earth),
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and honu (turtle)
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28.7 the sea
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28.8 the omaka fish -- a play on maka (eye) and omaka
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28.9 man (no need to explain this one)
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28.10 an owl -- a play on the word pueo,
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which may mean either owl, or housepost
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28.11 Kamehameha the Great -- he died at Kamakahonu
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(the Eye of the Turtle)
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28.12 a shadow
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28.13 someones nose
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28.14 someones feet
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28.15 someones teeth
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28.16 the sea
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28.17 Kohala -- a play on hala and Kohala
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(a district on the Big Island)
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28.18 Two -- body and shadow
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28.19 the elepaio bird, the elemihi (black crab),
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the elemakule (old man),
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the elelu (cockroach) -- a play on the word "ele"
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28.20 beachsand
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29.1 Unknown
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30.1 Unknown
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30.2 Unknown
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30.3 Unknown
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30.4 Unknown
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30.5 Unknown
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31.1 Unknown
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31.2 Unknown
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31.3 Unknown
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31.4 Unknown
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31.5 Unknown
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31.6 Unknown
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31.7 Unknown
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31.8 Unknown
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31.9 Unknown
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