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I saw an unusual book:
The foreword comes after the epilogue;
The end is in the first half of the book;
The index comes before the introduction.
Name the book.
I am the part of the bird that is not in the sky,
who can drown in the ocean and yet remain dry.
A last vestige of man that refuses to die.
In mourning I am tossed at your feet to lie;
I begin my job early, devouring your ankles and thighs.
I work my way up, eating your legs to your waist.
And though around midday away I am chased,
I return quickly to savor the arm of my taste.
As evening falls I enter your lungs,
spiraling down past your mouth and your tongue.
I feast on your body, your soul, and your mind,
but as darkness falls you shall find
that away I will go, a relief for some;
At least until tomorrow morning comes.
What am I?
I can be smooth as silk when you touch me
Yet hard as rock when you hit me
I can be crystal clear
Or dark as pitch
I can be still and silent
Or I can rumble and roar.
What am I ?
I am, in truth, a yellow fork
From tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropped
The awful cutlery cry.
Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed
The apparatus of the dark
To ignorance revealed.
What am I?
I will be nice, if you see pics thrice.
I bear fruit of trees, sometimes in 3's.
I am but an arm's length in front of you.
What am I?
I am the outstretched fingers
that seize and hold the wind.
Wisdom flows from me in other hands.
Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt.
My merest touch brings laughter.
What am I?
I love to move around,
But usually not on the ground.
I'm quite strung out when way up high.
I like to sail, but I need to stay dry.
I need air, but not to breathe.
A helpful hand is all I need.
What am I?
Curtail me thrice, I am a youth;
Behead me once, a snake;
Complete, I'm often used, in truth,
When certain steps you'd take.
What Am I?
I am black of eye and bright of hair
And my feet are firmly in the ground.
I love the sun upon my face
And I follow it around.
When I am dead and gone tis said,
That I will droop real low,
That I will keep the birds well fed,
Standing stiff there in my row.
What am I?
When young, I am sweet in the sun.
When middle-aged, I can help to make you healthy.
When old, I am valued more than ever
What am I?
I dig out tiny caves,
and store gold and silver in them.
I build bridges out of silver,
Make crowns out of gold,
But everyone is afraid of me
Even the young and old.
Who am I?
We are such little tiny creatures;
all of us have different features.
One of us in glass is set;
One of us you'll find in jet.
Another you may see in tin,
and the fourth is boxed within.
If the fifth you should pursue,
it can never fly from you.
What are we?
What always runs but never walks, often murmurs, never talks, has a bed but never sleeps, has a mouth but never eats?