Enigma 1A Poem by Ripped Denim 💜Legless, footless is my gait. Uneaten, yet how I sate. Cannot be touched, have no hue, Yet can be felt, can be blue. From belly of spruce I'm born, With honey is ether shorn. What am I? © 2015 Ripped Denim 💜Author's Note
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1 Review Added on October 13, 2013 Last Updated on December 2, 2015 Tags: Enigmata, Riddles, Classical Riddles AuthorRipped Denim 💜FLAboutBad backwards is dab. Dabble. Like a bad haiku. I dabble in bad. more..Writing
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