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Originally posted by MagicNakor@26 April 2003 - 14:30
Well, here's a real riddle for you then. It's not terribly difficult, I really need to find my good riddle book. ;)
In former days my father and mother,
Abandoned me dead, lacking breath or life or being.
Then one began, a kinswoman kind, to care for and love me;
Covered me with her clothing, wrapped me in her raiment, with the same affection she felt for her own;
Until by the law of my life's shaping, under alien bosom, I quickened with breath.
My foster mother fed me thereafter, until I grew and strengthened for flight.
Then of her dear ones, of daughters and sons, she had fewer for what she did.
Edit: I've decided to put two here. ;)
I'm told a certain something grows in its pouch, swells and stands up, lifts its covering.
A proud bride grasped that boneless wonder, the daughter of a king covered that swollen thing with clothing.
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:D Hmmmmm...............I see you dusted off " Ye Olden Tymes Of Proper Riddling " circa 1192 ! ;) 