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Weekly Riddle Wendsday 14 Nov 07 I raise with my breathren each of us yellow headed the spring gives us birth the fall is to be dreaded Iron moons cut us down beat and toss on the rocks our heads fall off for you our bodies for your flocks pour us in the circle trough rolling comes the heavy stone crush our flesh into dust fine powder from our bone It rains on us so that we stick no kneader hear our cries into the fire we then go where again we shall raise What are we?

Posted by: Maki Maaka Wed Nov 14, 2007 @ 09:40pm

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another fairytale
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Commented on: Wed Nov 14, 2007 @ 10:00pm


	grain, such as that for feeding animals and making dough

Commented on: Wed Nov 14, 2007 @ 10:05pm


	yep. that was quick. What gave it away?

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another fairytale
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Commented on: Wed Nov 14, 2007 @ 10:43pm


	I just thought about it and remembered random stuff like that.. biggrin

Commented on: Tue Dec 11, 2007 @ 11:41pm


	weat good riddle!

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