Saturday, January 16, 2016

7685. RID ME OF ALL THESE RIDDLES

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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