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#napowrimo2023
#day19
#riddlemethis
As a child
I collected riddle books
my adult self believes
that I was fascinated
with language and how
clever words veiled meaning.
Truth revealed
I was terrified of meeting
a sphinx, cunning chimera
questioning hapless bystanders
What walks on four, two, three?
Devouring those too slow,
unsure or plain ignorant.
I was a cultured, imaginative
child, I listened intently to story tapes
on trips to Walton-on-Naze
in Grandad’s Reliant Robin.
I crawled on four, I walked on two
I rode on three.
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