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Until I am measured I am not known, Yet how you miss me when I have flown.
Grows from the ground, bushes and grass, leaves of yellow, red and brow, unruly plants, get the axe, trim the hedge back down.
A muttered rumble was heard from the pen, and I, in my walking stopped to look in. What was this I saw? A massive beast, hoofed, and jawed. With spikes upon its mighty brow, I watched as he struck the turf and prowled. And yet for all of his magnificence, he couldn't get out of that wooden fence.
What goes up but never comes down?
There is a puzzle which can be asked all day with a different correct answer each time. What is the puzzle?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?