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Riddle:
From a tent, with my band, a sickness I induce. Not a camper, not a musician, not an illness. With my paint, wearing tailored clothes, my remedy heals all. Not an artist, not a tailor, not a doctor. Along follow sharp knives and teeth, to some a gift and others a nightmare. Not a cop, not a zookeeper, not a dream. What am I?
Answer: A clown. performes in a tent with other performers(clowns,animals,knife jugglers), makes people laugh, many find clowns funny or frightening.
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If you have it you can have a happy life. It is invisible. It flows between people like an energy. You might call it a commodity. Without it, you quickly find enemies. It can't be bought. What is it?
Answer: Effort.
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I am round, I am sharp, I am small, I am big, I exist, then I don't. What am I?
Answer: The Moon. It's round when it's full, it's sharp when it's a crescent, its size can vary depending upon its phase, and it's gone when it's a new moon.
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My legs are knives. I am a knight. I can reclaim what I lose in a fight. What am I?
Answer: A crab.
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I am a plant. Every second I grow. You can not cut me or you will die. What am I?
Answer: Time/Thyme.
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I am eight. I am Luck. I am Liquid. I am Ease. I am Gain. I am Zero. What am I?
Answer: The riddle "I am Zero" is unanswered. Do you know the answer? If so, click and add your answer in the comments section.
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Absence makes the heart grow fonder. What is the contradictory proverb?
Answer: Out of sight, out of mind
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What's a type of cloud that's afraid of heights?
Answer: Fog, because Fog is like a cloud but it's never in the sky.
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I can reach up from the ground, or hang from a tree, I am the result of your labour, or your offspring I can be. What am I?
Answer: Fruit.
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Hidden in the poem below, a manly name you'll seek; just read and listen to the rhyme, but please, don't take a week! MYSTERY POEM: I do not mind addition; I'll tolerate subtraction; but try not to increase my stress, by tossing in those fractions. I'll multiply and then divide, and figure out those sums; but modern math --- the math you use, just makes me want some Tums. What is the man's name you hear in the rhyme?
Answer: The name you'll hear is MATTHEW.
