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Drasche
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That is very close. The finger is the tower. But the sun. . . .?
Eyesight?John_Durtche said:I am guarded or exposed,
But my gates are daily closed.
I am keen,
Yet I have no spleen.
As the sea, from me, may flow,
I find the night my only foe.
What am I?
Elf_Ariel said:Ressssurrrrects!
Okay so I couldn't resist!
What starts out gold and ends up silver
I start out whole and end up a sliver
I change the world, yet seem so small
Do not worry, I wont fall
What am I?
You rub me, you whipe me,
You scrub me, you (should) like me.
You sniff me, you drop me,
You lift me, you hop me.
What am I?
Now c'mon they're easy...
Ryu Shadowstep said:Alright, I got one here it goes
It cannot be seen. It cannot be felt nor heard or smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills and empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after. Ends life and kills laughter. What is it?