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Nov 2014
“Ah, riddles,” the voice purred, “Are they not simply wonderful?
To mull your mind over a simple description of an item,
to have the answer staring at you,
And yet, it remains so elusive…"

I have no legs to dance,
and yet to no sound do I dance.
I have no eyes to see,
and yet with ease, a certain trail I can follow.
I can be useful, I can be harmful,
but cold is something I shall never be.
An excerpt from a book I might never end. Isn't that the best kind? (:
Chandhann Kumar Ramchurn
Written by
Chandhann Kumar Ramchurn  Malaysia
(Malaysia)   
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