RID ME OF ALL
THESE RIDDLES
By the light of day I cannot see a thing;
me eyes are waxed over from tears and
fears. Blindness is a tall man's short ladder.
Already halfway there, no need for more.
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If there's a catch to any of this, it's all in
the past: The frog ran away with the spoon,
the cow jumped over the moon. Nonsense
riddles, however they all went. Within
something like that, my biography lies.
Page 929, look under 'I'.
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