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text themshadows September 11 2011, 16:51:40 UTC
Silence.

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text fogginurworlds September 11 2011, 18:06:50 UTC
One by one we fall from heaven
down into the depths of past
And our world is ever upturned
so that yet some time we'll last

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text themshadows September 11 2011, 18:20:45 UTC
[She has to think about this for a bit before she writes down her answer.]

Sands in an hourglass.

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text fogginurworlds September 11 2011, 22:47:22 UTC
Four of us are in your field
But our differences keep us at yield

First, a one that is no fool
Though he resembles a gardener's tool

Next, one difficult to split in two
And a girl once had one as big as her shoe

Then, to the mind, one's a lovely bonder
And truancy makes it grow fonder

Last, a stem connecting dots of three
Knowing all this, what are we?

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text; 1ntagli0 September 11 2011, 21:23:03 UTC
Beetlejuice.

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text; fogginurworlds September 11 2011, 22:38:00 UTC
It cannot be seen, it cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt,
Lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
Comes first follows after,
Ends life kills laughter.

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text; 1ntagli0 September 11 2011, 22:46:03 UTC
Void. You've really nothing better to do with your time?

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text; fogginurworlds September 11 2011, 23:05:46 UTC
Do you believe so, Zinc?

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text. littleroots September 11 2011, 21:40:13 UTC
Rumpelstiltskin!

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text. fogginurworlds September 11 2011, 23:00:12 UTC
Kings and queens may cling to power
and the jester's got his call
But, as you may all discover,
the common one outranks them all

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text. littleroots September 11 2011, 23:55:45 UTC
WHAT (#゚Д゚)

is this a riddle or something

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text. fogginurworlds September 12 2011, 14:27:31 UTC
Does it look like one?

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text; beyourshadow September 12 2011, 00:56:41 UTC
Riddles, now?

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text; fogginurworlds September 12 2011, 14:28:09 UTC
And why ever not?

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text; beyourshadow September 12 2011, 14:47:22 UTC
There is a lack of more pressing matters to deal with, I suppose.

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text; fogginurworlds September 12 2011, 14:50:41 UTC
I find it passes the time until something important arrives.

I know a word of letters three. Add two, and fewer there will be.

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Text hemlock_garden September 12 2011, 17:33:33 UTC
Oh you have lovely riddles! Here's one of my favorites!
Five men go to church and it begins to rain.
The four that walked on got wet and the one that stayed still stayed dry, why?

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Text /LATE fogginurworlds September 30 2011, 19:05:57 UTC
The one who stayed dry was in a coffin~

I do love that one. It's rather tricky.

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