Riddle poem 3A Poem by AnataA riddle in a poem, can you find the answer?You can spin me round Round and round I go But I always find my way down In the middle Nothingness Surrounded by hardness I have but two sides Sometimes hard to tell which is up and which is down Part of me reflects, almost like a mirror Part of me is dull I’m locked up in plastic Until someone decides to use me But my freedom isn’t for long You can scribe on me Be it pen or something else But pencil I deny, and normal ink Don’t even try!
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Added on August 23, 2008 AuthorAnataHouthalen, BelgiumAboutSo :) first of all, i'm 25 years old. Second :p my real name is 'Siva, it's from India, though i have no relations whatsoever there. I enjoy writing, and have recently found my passion again, as i .. more..Writing
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