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1674
HOME-MADE RIDDLES
ALL BUT THE ANSWERS
I
No one ever saw itTill I dug it from the ground;
I found it when I lost it,
And lost it when I found:
I washed it, and dressed it,
And buried it once more—
Dug it up, and loved it then
Better than before.
I was paid for finding it—
I don't know why or how,—
But I lost, found, and kept it,
And haven't got it now.
II
Sometimes it's all alone—Sometimes in a crowd;
It says a thousand bright things,
But never talks aloud.
Everybody loves it,
And likes to have it call.
1675
It wouldn't care at all.
First you see or hear of it,
It's a-singing,—then
You may look and listen,
But it never sings again.
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