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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 6:10 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 6:48 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 7:27 pm
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Poettess because gold is a soft metal compound all you have to do is repeatedly pound it with the baseball bat now i have 4 for you I am the beginning of sorrow, and the end of sickness. You cannot express happiness without me, yet I am in the midst of crosses. I am always in risk, yet never in danger. You may find me in the sun, but I am never out of darkness. What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten? Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth. A hundred-year-old man and his head one night old.
nope, the answer is wrong. for your riddles, let me see.
ummm..not that smart, but i'll try #4. a hundred year old man with a helmet he bought for one night?
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 9:13 pm
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Poettess because gold is a soft metal compound all you have to do is repeatedly pound it with the baseball bat now i have 4 for you I am the beginning of sorrow, and the end of sickness. You cannot express happiness without me, yet I am in the midst of crosses. I am always in risk, yet never in danger. You may find me in the sun, but I am never out of darkness. What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten? Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth. A hundred-year-old man and his head one night old.
Ow my brain.
Uh ill try no. 2. Is it a pack of cards?
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 9:15 pm
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Poettess because gold is a soft metal compound all you have to do is repeatedly pound it with the baseball bat now i have 4 for you I am the beginning of sorrow, and the end of sickness. You cannot express happiness without me, yet I am in the midst of crosses. I am always in risk, yet never in danger. You may find me in the sun, but I am never out of darkness. What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten? Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth. A hundred-year-old man and his head one night old.
I'll also try No.1
Is it the letter S?
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 9:17 pm
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Poettess because gold is a soft metal compound all you have to do is repeatedly pound it with the baseball bat now i have 4 for you I am the beginning of sorrow, and the end of sickness. You cannot express happiness without me, yet I am in the midst of crosses. I am always in risk, yet never in danger. You may find me in the sun, but I am never out of darkness. What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten? Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth. A hundred-year-old man and his head one night old.
OK trying no 3. Uh is it clouds? no wait. Uh maybe an echo?
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 10:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 1:35 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 12:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 9:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 12:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 12:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 1:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 1:58 pm
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Magadei No idea I am the beginning of the earth, The end of time and space, The start of every end, and the end of every place. What am I? the letter E
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 2:03 pm
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