You can live with me but never without me. We never hug but you like to squeesh me between your fingers. You've never said you love me but I doubt you hate me or would ever touch me. We are related. And our bond is more than flesh or spiritual - it's heavenly. My story is a tragic one of blinding beauty but Medusa I am not.
Who am I?
2006-08-30
20:59:45
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Leon Spencer
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This is a riddle. I am not the answer to the riddle. :-)
2006-08-30
21:10:47 ·
update #1
Come on guys. You got the 'Riddle of the Sphinx'. I know you can get this one. 'Dust' is close.
2006-08-30
21:17:02 ·
update #2
Here's a hint from the chorus of the song 'Aint No Sunshine' by Bill Withers:
"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
It's not warm when she's away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
and she's always gone too long
Anytime she goes away"
2006-08-30
21:47:28 ·
update #3