From: mark@erin.JSC.NASA.GOV (Mark Manning/Metrica)
Subject: Net.Book.Riddles (4/7)
Reply-To: mark@cheers.jsc.nasa.gov
Organization: Simulacron I
Date: Tue, 6 Oct 1992 18:34:44 GMT


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Riddle:

   Stomp, stomp,
   Chomp, chomp,
   Romp, romp.
   Standing still,
   all in gear.

Entry:  18.13
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   Sweet tooth,
   Ah shoot,
   All gone,
   We all long,
   For another piece of it.

Entry:  18.14
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   It comes in on little cat's feet,
   Is neither sour, nor sweet.
   Hovers in the air,
   And then is not there.

Entry:  18.15
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   A laugh,
   A cry,
   A moan,
   A sigh.

Entry:  18.16
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   What is it you have to answer?
   But to answer you have to ask?
   And to ask you have to speak?
   And to speak you have to know,
   The answer.

Entry:  18.17
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    I can hit you in the eye,
    Yet twinkle in the sky,
    Expanding when I die,
    What do you think am I?

Entry:  18.18
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    Squishes,
    Squashes,
    Wishes I washes,
    Can get it in my hair,
    Makes me not look too fair.

Entry:  18.19
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    White on black,
    And black on white.
    Helps you to know things,
    By using your sight.

Entry:  18.20
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    Up a hill,
    Down a hill,
    Over them I may roam,
    But after all my walking,
    There's no place like my own.

Entry:  18.21
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    This thing is a most amazing thing.
    For it can be both as sharp as a knife,
    Or as flat as a floor.
    And yet, for all that it can be,
    It is as natural as a bee.

Entry:  18.22
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    Deep, deep, do they go.
    Spreading out as they go.
    Never needing any air.
    They are sometimes as fine as hair.

Entry:  18.23
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Unknown
Title:  None
Riddle:

    Oh Lord!  I am not worthy!
    I bend my limbs to the ground.
    I cry, yet without a sound.
    Let me drink of waters deep.
    And in silence I will weep.

Entry:  18.24
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    Shifting, Shifting, Drifting deep.
    Below me great and mighty cities sleep.
    Swirling, Scurlling, All around.
    I'm only where no water will be found.

Entry:  18.25
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    I bubble and laugh
    And spit water in your face.
    I am no lady,
    And I don't wear lace.

Entry:  18.26
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   What has wings,
   But can not fly.
   Is enclosed,
   But can outside also lie.
   Can open itself up,
   Or close itself away.
   Is the place of kings and queens,
   And doggerel of every means.
   What is it upon which I stand?
   Which can lead us to different lands.

Entry:  18.27
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   Do not begrude this,
   For it is the fate of every man.
   Yet it is feared,
   And shunned in many lands.
   Causes problems, and sometimes gaps,
   Can hobble the strongest, and make memory laps.
   What is this danger we all face?
   For being a part - of the human race.

Entry:  18.28
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   Woe to Norman,
   That craggy man.
   Who's known such horrors,
   As to exceed the grief of man.
   And as it was written,
   A daughter was lost.
   When the seas came a coming,
   With a shout, and hoar frost.
   Oh, where can he be?
   This man of cruel fate.
   Whose teeth are gnashing,
   And a face full of hate.

Entry:  18.29
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   His eyes were raging,
   That scraggly beast.
   His lips were bursting,
   With rows of angry teeth.
   Upon his back a razor was found,
   And in his thoughts - my death abound.
   It was a fearsome battle we fought,
   My life - or his, one would be bought.
   And when we were through, and death chilled the air,
   We cut out his heart, and ate it with flair.

   Who was he?

Entry:  18.30
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   I travelled inwards,
   To that heart where no one else roamed.
   Where only the birds and animals found a home.
   Where the pixies flew with an audible air,
   And tangles twigs and leaves within my hair.
   Ah.  I love this place, this paradise,
   Where everything is so beautiful,
   So still, and so nice.

   Where did he go?

Entry:  18.31
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   Of these things - I have two.
   One for me - and one for you.
   And when you ask about the price,
   I simply smile and nod twice.

Entry:  18.32
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   I am a strange creature,
   Hovering in the air,
   Moving from here to there,
   With a brilliant flare.
   Some say I sing,
   But others say I have no voice.
   So I just hum - as a matter of choice.

   What am I?

Entry:  18.33
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   Sleeping during the day,
   I hide away.
   Watchful through the night,
   I open at dawn's light.
   But only for the briefest time,
   Do I shine.
   And then I hide away,
   And sleep through the day.

Entry:  18.34
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   Looks like water,
   But it's heat.
   Sits on sand,
   Lays on concrete.
   People have been known,
   To follow it everywhere.
   But it gets them no place,
   And all they can do is stare.

Entry:  18.35
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   A part of heaven,
   Though it touches the earth.
   Some say it's valuable,
   Others - no worth.

Entry:  18.36
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   I stand,
   And look across the sea,
   With its waves, crests, troughs, and valleys.
   I stride,
   Across this water, my horse following after,
   And while it laps against his withers,
   And brushes against my thighs,
   I fill the emptiness with laughter.
   And he - with his sighs.
   Whether do we go?
   Or do we go at all?
   Or are we simply out here wading,
   To the next port of call.
   Where the sea ends,
   Where the loam lays firm beneath my feet,
   And I can mount my steed again,
   And continue til next we meet.

   What is really being talked about?

Entry:  18.37
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   It roars its challenge,
   And I respond.
   It takes my abuse,
   And goes beyond.
   Filled with liquid,
   In my hurried haste,
   I wield my staff,
   In this turgid race.
   But once I have vanquished,
   The mighty foe,
   I float like a thistle,
   While moving ever so slow.

   What are we talking about really?

Entry:  18.38
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   I was born blind,
   And could not see,
   Until it was a quarter of three.
   I could not smile,
   Til half past six,
   And all of my arms and legs
   Were made of sticks.

Entry:  18.39
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