It goes up, but at the same time goes down. Up toward the sky, and down toward the ground. It's present tense and past tense too, come for a ride, just me and you.
What is it?
I have no voice and yet I speak to you, I tell of all things in the world that people do. I have leaves, but I am not a tree, I have pages, but I am not a bride or royalty. I have a spine and hinges, but I am not a man or a door, I have told you all, I cannot tell you more. What am I?
What can bring back the dead; make us cry, make us laugh, make us young; born in an instant yet lasts a life time?
Where will you find roads without cars, forests without trees and cities without houses?
Two legs I have, and this will confound: only at rest do they touch the ground!
What am I?
2007-03-26
03:51:47
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5 answers
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Ms* Shae*
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