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Riddle of the day

Riddle of the day:

In the reach of the red drake, a lofty lord looms.
Many rail against this winter-named guardian of the giant's grave.

Riddle of the day

Riddle of the day:

An angel steals me away,
as I lie in the deep dark.
Eventually I emerge,
stronger still from my ordeal.

Riddle of the day

Riddle of the day:

When I walk alone,
in my smart dinner suit,
people curse and spit.
When I'm with my wife,
people smile with joy.

Riddle of the day

Riddle of the day:

When all men sleep I work.
Pressed by the chief of men,
when I lie down on the job.

Riddle of the day

The Odyssey weekend was excellent, and I will write about it soon. In the meantime, back to the riddles:

I saw a tall tower weeping,
at its top a flapping flag,
at its foot a sturdy stick.

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