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Trying my hand at making riddles |
Riddles No road but wheels No steering with no need No tracks to fall in afterwards. A train I am often spent in haste Never looked back in regret Everyone knows what I am when I arrive After I am done legacies remain All before the meal 11th hour Lucky to those always unlucky Evil to the true evil No life summons me As I roll in succession 6 A knife in the back Through a bleeding heart No scar needs to heal now It opens every day until forgotten Betrayal What can speak a lie and make it a truth A lawyer I have four corners always carry a number or two and can always be brought back to its owner A card Fifteen of us stand in formation we share two hands Yet then we are ten Digits I paint with time, but never blue I twirl and spin under the leaves letting them rest in peace before next year starting anew. Fall / autumn I am you, me and, everyone, but only one at a time. Often I am lost with time or greed sometimes returning to my home but not always. Finally I can be as recognizable as the nose on your face or hidden under a hood I am always there however, what am I? Your identity Making you think I am either a deranged gambler’s tool or a spot of good fun. The best get better with time and some have no answer, what am I? A riddle |