At night they come without being fetched,
And by day they are lost without being stolen.
I never was, am always to be,
No one ever saw me, nor ever will
And yet I am the confidence of all
To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball.
Runs over fields and woods all day
Under the bed at night sits not alone,
With long tongue hanging out,
A-waiting for a bone.
Hint: It's something very close to you.
The beginning of eternity
The end of time and space
The beginning of every end,
And the end of every place.
There was a green house.
Inside the green house there was a white house
Inside the white house there was a red house.
Inside the red house there were lots of babies.
While on my way to St. Ives
I met a man with 7 wives
Each wife had 7 sacks
Each sack had 7 cats
Each cat had 7 kittens
Kittens, cats, sacks, wives
How many were going to St. Ives?
The man who invented it, doesn't want it.
The man who bought it, doesn't need it.
The man who needs it, doesn't know it.
Formed long ago, yet made today,
Employed while others sleep.
What non would freely give away.
Nor any whish to keep.
They are Dark,
and always on the run.
without the sun,
would be none.
A room with no windows or doors
Walks in the night, grows in a day,
Is found where there is death and decay.
I have holes on the top and bottom.
I have holes on my left and on my right.
And I have holes in the middle, yet I
still hold water tight.
More powerful then God
More evil then the Devil
The poor have it
The rich want it
And if you eat it you die.
What has roots as nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,
Up, up it goes,
And yet never grows?
Voiceless it cries,
An eye in a blue face
Saw an eye in a green face.
"That eye is like to this eye."
Said the first eye.
"But in low place
Not high place."
It can not be seen, can not be felt,
Can not be heard, can not be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.
A box without hinges, key or lid,
Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
Alive without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking.
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds stones to meal;
Slays kings, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
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