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I run around the city, but I never move. What
am I?
Answer: A wall |
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They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor
bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their
own. What are they?
Answer: Gloves |
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I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a
white prison. What am I?
Answer: H heart |
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The more you have of it, the less you see. What
is it?
Answer: Darkness |
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Foward I am heavy, but backward I am not.
What am I?
Answer: A TON |
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I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really
care, because time is of the essence.
Answer: A clock |
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My life is often a volume of grief, your help is
needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and
my body is pale, but I'm always ready to tell a
tale.
Answer: A book |
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My maker never wants me, my buyer never uses
me, my user never sees me. What am I?
Answer: A coffin |
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I'm a busy active creature, full of mirth and play
by nature; nimbly I skip from tree to tree, to get
the food that's fit for me; then let me hear, if
you can tell, what is my name and where I
dwell!
Answer: Squirrel & tree |
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I saw a man in white, he looked quite a sight.
He was not old, but he stood in the cold. And
when he felt the sun he started to run. Who
could he be? Please answer me.
Answer: a Snowman |
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