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Riddles in Rhyme

'Tis true I have both face and hands,
And move before your eyes;
Yet when I go my body stands,
And when I stand I lie.
Two bodies have I;
Tho' both join'd in one,
The stiller I stand,
The faster I run.
My sides are firmly lac'd about,
Yet nothing is within;
You'll think my head is strange indeed,
Being nothing else but skin.
Without a bridle or a saddle,
Across a thing I ride and straddle,
And those I ride, by the help of me,
Though almost blind are made to see.
What force and strength cannot get through,
I with a gentle touch can do;
And many in the streets would stand,
Were I not as a friend at hand
To cross the water I'm the way,
For water I'm above;
I touch it not, and truth to say,
I neither swim nor move.
In marble walls as white as milk,
Lined with a skin as soft as silk;
Within a fountain crystal clear,
A golden apple does appear.
No doors there are to this stronghold,
Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.

Anonymous Riddles from "KINGFISHER A World of Poetry"
[Riddles in Rhyme, No Solutions] [Tinúviel's Hall Library] [Story Brook Lane]

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