RIDDLES
What God never sees,
What the king seldom sees,
What we see every day;
Read my riddle, I pray.
(An equal)
He went to the wood and caught it.
He sat him down and sought it.
Because he could not find it,
Home with him he brought it.
(Splinter)
Thirty white horses
Upon a red hill,
Now they stamp,
Now they champ,
Now they stand still
(Teeth)
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