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Four Riddles

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There was an ancient City, stricken down
With a strange frenzy, and for many a day
They paced from morn to eve the crowded town,
And danced the night away.

I asked the cause: the aged man grew sad:
They pointed to a building gray and tall,
And hoarsely answered "Step inside, my lad,
And then you'll see it all."
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Carlos Echeverria 28 April 2017
Just read this bad boy out loud and enjoy the ride.
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Susan Williams 28 April 2017
Thud! That was the sound of my head hitting the computer's keyboard. This poem should come with a warning: Do not try to solve if you have a bad case of bronchitis which lowers IQ numbers by 50%.... I shall return when I have a brain.
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Bernard F. Asuncion 28 April 2017
From morn to eve.... thanks for posting.....
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Kayode Are 28 April 2017
Amusing riddle. Well contrived.
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Lantz Pierre 28 April 2017
Of the four riddles only the last remains at all timeless and explicable by anyone not contemporary with the time and place in which this was written. Which makes it, all-in-all, a bit of obscure arcanum. Rather I would be pleased to repeat, why is a raven like a writing desk, Charles Lutwidge Dodgson?
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Edward Kofi Louis 28 April 2017
Indices and surds! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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