| My first is a number, my second another, And each, I assure you, will rhyme with the other. My first you will find is one-fifth of my second, And truly my whole, a long period reckoned. Yet my first and my second (nay, think not I cozen), When added together, will make but two dozen. How many am I? |
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| Answer the clues with a pair of rhyming words. (plump feline = fat cat) 1. Moby Dick fan letter |
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| Read me forwards, I am the highest point of everything. Read me backwards, scarcely anything is deeper. |
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| In a morning bowl, it’s me you drown In a certain season coming down I may silently fall from your crown Which may evoke an observer’s frown What am I? |
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| A potato’s key tool, I have all the power. I am generally used on the half or full hour. If my cells were deceased or lost or the such, My partner would only respond to your touch. |
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