Shakeepuddn
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I hate it when the gods try to put me in my place They make me so depressed! I melt when I’m addressed! I’ve always done my best to put the dimples on their face. But I love it when their kids play their billiards after tea; I pocket all the balls Whenever duty calls I’m naught before they fall then I’m there eternally. Yippee!
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Strike! Good job. Quick too. Maybe I shouldn't have edited?
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Oops. Re-write: Claws in caves around the globe, Grabbing weapon, letting go. War declared against a tribe— Soldiers poised, side-by-side. Bomb set loose to topple towers, All applaud its well-aimed power. Oh crushing world, spinning free! Thrown down in sound trajectory.
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I love it when people make assumptions with my riddles; it means they usually last longer.
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Claws in caves around the globe, Grabbing weapons, letting go. War declared against a tribe— Soldiers poised, side-by-side. Bombs set loose to topple towers, All applaud their well-aimed power. Oh world unstable, spinning free! Brought down in sound trajectory!
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Good call Jeff. Khraqq got it first though. I didn't spend too much time on it. I think I'll extend it and add some stuff . . . it has real potential. Graven, You may be thinking of the Hula-hoop riddle : )
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Kraqq . . . why so negative? You nailed it! Well done.
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I’m the one you cut in two, Immature the love from you. You had me round your finger tight Then cast me down. But that’s alright Cause I crawled back to your embrace. At feet I sleep, at hand awake.
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Hey! I'm an egoist! Rate the riddle! I'm entranced that you cracked so effortlessly. See you on the next.
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Holy Moly! Wow! That's some fine discernment there, Cap'n, keep it up!
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Sorry, instincts off but reason sound. One part your close. Cheers
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Gaze upon the golden boughs reaching up to sky! Mark how seeded blossoms blaze, a miracle of fire! Three go east, three go west At a lofty king’s behest, Pure heart beaten, for the best, Six to flank a spire. Look upon the mighty shield now guarding in a land Once willed within a missive to a father’s fertile band. Seven brothers mark the week, Eight the magic days to keep, Frame to form what prophets meet, It’s mission but a stand.
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I go like one that hath been stunned, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man, I will rise the morrow morn . . . AND MAKE MY RIDDLES HARDER!!!!!!!
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Ah, there he is! Pole-to-pole is figurative, sort of. Non-historical. Good guess(es) though.
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No joy so far. Good tries, no pies.
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No and no. Interesting answers though.
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Woe betide the bowman’s fate, A lesson learned, the task to state. From pole to pole a story told, A mournful trek through mist and cold Of one cross born among the dead, For hope it served, from ice it led Until his point had made its mark And spirits pined for vengeance dark. Now, Purgatory may exist Above our hell . . . this hall is his. And casting pall on night of cheer, One is given the lessoned fear.
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