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Riddle #1
I am the Riddle Queen, riddle me this:
What be gentle as a mother's hand,
Yet grindeth lofty mountains to sand?
Ev'ry year it slayeth some, 'tis true;
Yet this day it bringeth life to you.
What be gentle as a mother's hand,
Yet grindeth lofty mountains to sand?
Ev'ry year it slayeth some, 'tis true;
Yet this day it bringeth life to you.
Published 9th May 2013
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9th May 2013 9:41pm
