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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 14:06:03 GMT
Where will you find roads with out cars, forests without trees and cities without houses??
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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 14:08:22 GMT
All about, but cannot be seen,
Can be captured, cannot be held,
No throat, but can be heard.
What is it?
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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 14:08:47 GMT
I never was, am always to be,
No one ever saw me, nor ever will,
And yet I am the confidence of all
To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball.
What am I?
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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 14:09:08 GMT
I'm light as a feather, yet the strongest man can't hold me for much more than a minute. What am I?
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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 14:09:39 GMT
I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me, even though there is no cause for grief, and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air. What am I?
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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 14:09:58 GMT
Pronounced as one letter,
And written with three,
Two letters there are,
And two only in me.
I'm double, I'm single,
I'm black, blue, and gray,
I'm read from both ends,
And the same either way.
What am I?
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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 14:10:17 GMT
At night they come without being fetched, and by day they are lost without being stolen. What are they?
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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 14:10:43 GMT
I'm where yesterday follows today, and tomorrow's in the middle. What am I?
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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 14:11:09 GMT
From the beginning of eternity
To the end of time and space
To the beginning of every end
And the end of every place.
What am I?
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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 14:11:41 GMT
#28
In a marble hall white as milk
Lined with skin as soft as silk
Within a fountain crystal-clear
A golden apple doth appear.
No doors there are to this stronghold,
Yet thieves break in to steal its gold.
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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 14:12:11 GMT
It is said among my people that some things are improved by death. Tell me, what stinks while living but in death smells good?
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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 14:13:26 GMT
If you break me,
I do not stop working.
If you touch me,
I may be snared.
If you lose me,
Nothing will matter.
What am I?
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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 14:13:59 GMT
If a man carried my burden,
He would break his back.
I am not rich,
But I leave silver in my track.
What am I?
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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 14:14:52 GMT
Glittering points that downward thrust,
Sparkling spears that never rust.
What is it?
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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 14:15:11 GMT
Weight in my belly,
Trees on my back,
Nails in my ribs,
Feet do I lack.
What am I?
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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 14:15:34 GMT
Until I am measured,
I am not known.
Yet how you miss me,
When I have flown!
What am I?
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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 14:15:51 GMT
My life can be measured in hours;
I serve by being devoured.
Thin, I am quick; fat, I am slow.
Wind is my foe.
What am I?
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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 14:16:16 GMT
Lighter than what I'm made of,
More of me is hidden than is seen.
What am I?
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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 14:16:32 GMT
To unravel me
You need a key.
No key that was made by locksmith's hand,
But a key that only I will understand.
What am I?
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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 14:16:52 GMT
I give you a group of three. One is sitting down and will never get up. The second eats as much as is given to him, yet is always hungry. The third goes away and never returns. What are they?
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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 14:17:17 GMT
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?
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macdaddy
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Peno - Comp King!
Posts: 95
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Post by macdaddy on Aug 20, 2009 16:52:39 GMT
Who gives two f**k's!  ;D  |
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Post by Potato Man on Aug 20, 2009 19:23:21 GMT
here's a riddle..who has too much time on his hands???
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Post by samassi abou on Aug 20, 2009 20:11:15 GMT
a clock  ? |
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Post by 7.62 on Aug 20, 2009 21:17:14 GMT
I give you a group of three. One is sitting down and will never get up. The second eats as much as is given to him, yet is always hungry. The third goes away and never returns. What are they? a stove,fire and smoke......c'mon riddler |
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Post by 7.62 on Aug 20, 2009 21:21:05 GMT
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it? dodgy bank notes......mmmm riddler  |
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