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I walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon and three legs in the evening. What am I?
At night they come without being fetched. By day they are lost without being stolen. What are they?
Three lives have I.
Gentle enough to soothe the skin,
Light enough to caress the sky,
Hard enough to crack rocks.
These two are tricky - nigh on impossible without a clue... which your not going to get... but there is a solution and its probably doing the same as you right now...
I am a writer who does not write
a prince with no claim
I am neither a man nor a woman but not a child
I live to learn but will die a fool
for I do not know who I am, do you?
I work with money but detest the banks
I have a heart of gold, but eyes of wool
I have many friends but I need to work
I am a fierce warrior but as gentle as a lamb
who am I?
I am, in truth, a yellow fork
From tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropped
The awful cutlery.
Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed
The apparatus of the dark
To ignorance revealed.
This one is just for fun
This is a most unusual paragraph. How quickly can you find out what is so unusual about it? It looks so ordinary you'd think nothing was wrong with it - and in fact, nothing is wrong with it. It is unusual though. Why? Study it, think about it, and you may find out. Try to do it without coaching. If you work at it for a bit it will dawn on you. So jump to it and try your skill at figuring it out. Good luck - don't blow your cool!
At night they come without being fetched. By day they are lost without being stolen. What are they?
Three lives have I.
Gentle enough to soothe the skin,
Light enough to caress the sky,
Hard enough to crack rocks.
These two are tricky - nigh on impossible without a clue... which your not going to get... but there is a solution and its probably doing the same as you right now...
I am a writer who does not write
a prince with no claim
I am neither a man nor a woman but not a child
I live to learn but will die a fool
for I do not know who I am, do you?
I work with money but detest the banks
I have a heart of gold, but eyes of wool
I have many friends but I need to work
I am a fierce warrior but as gentle as a lamb
who am I?
I am, in truth, a yellow fork
From tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropped
The awful cutlery.
Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed
The apparatus of the dark
To ignorance revealed.
This one is just for fun
This is a most unusual paragraph. How quickly can you find out what is so unusual about it? It looks so ordinary you'd think nothing was wrong with it - and in fact, nothing is wrong with it. It is unusual though. Why? Study it, think about it, and you may find out. Try to do it without coaching. If you work at it for a bit it will dawn on you. So jump to it and try your skill at figuring it out. Good luck - don't blow your cool!
