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I went into the woods and got it. I sat down to seek it. I brought it home with me because I couldn’t find it. What is it?
I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
I belong to you but others use me more often than you do. What am I?
A woman shoots her husband. Then she holds him underwater for five minutes. Next she hangs him. Right after she feeds him dinner. How can this be?
You can read me both ways I wear; One way it's a number reversed a snare.
hide me from your parents if you have done bad academically this year.