Baja Peninsula Riddle
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Goodbye Tree Riddle
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The Air You Breathe Riddle
I am the element found in just about
everything. I am the air you breathe, and support the growth of all living things. What am I?
everything. I am the air you breathe, and support the growth of all living things. What am I?
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A Show Of Light
I welcome the day with a show of light, I stealthily came here in the night. I bathe the earthy stuff at dawn, But by the noon, alas! I'm gone.
What am I?
What am I?
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Cutting Through Wind Riddle
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Disobedient Stick Riddle
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Earthquakes And Tornadoes Riddle
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A Bear With A Forrest Riddle
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I Fly Without Wings, I Cry Without Eyes
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Tread On The Living Riddle
Tread on the living, they make not a mumble.
Tread on the dead, they mutter and grumble.
What are they?
Tread on the dead, they mutter and grumble.
What are they?
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Leaves. They're soft and silent when they're alive but crunchy when dead. Did you answer this riddle correctly?
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YES NO
What Lives In Winter And Dies In Summer Riddle
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Silver Tears Falling Down Riddle
Silver tears falling down,
Natures clear impostor,
Sparkling, shining like a gown,
Adorn an elephant or horse,
Silver, PVC or even lead,
Bringing holiday cheer to all around,
For such a simple thread.
What am I?
Natures clear impostor,
Sparkling, shining like a gown,
Adorn an elephant or horse,
Silver, PVC or even lead,
Bringing holiday cheer to all around,
For such a simple thread.
What am I?
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Accused Of Confusion Riddle
I make you frown and scratch your head, to find my solution will leave you mumbling. Many love me, many hate me and my nature's humbling. Fabled creatures sometimes use me, of confusion some accuse me. What am I?
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Weary Of Battle Riddle
I'm by nature solitary, scarred by spear and wounded by sword, weary of battle. I frequently see the face of war, and fight hateful enemies; yet I hold no hope of help being brought to me in the battle, before I'm eventually done to death. In the stronghold of the city sharp-edged swords, skilfully forged in the flame by smiths, bite deeply into me. I can but await a more fearsome encounter; it is not for me to discover in the city any of those doctors who heal grievous wounds with roots and herbs. The scars from sword wounds gape wider and wider; death blows are dealt to me by day and by night.
What am I?
What am I?
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Wookiee Meat Riddle
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