A Cloth Poorly Dyed
A cloth poorly dyed
And an early morning sky
How are they the same?
Their color both change easily.
Born in 1946, Died in 1947
A man is born in 1946 and dies in 1947, yet he was 86 years old. How is that possible?
He was born in room #1946 of the hospital when he was born, and died in room #1947 86 years later.
Slayer of Regrets
Slayer of regrets
old and new,
sought by many,
found by few.
Redemption. It can get rid of regrets, many people seek it but few find it.
By Sef Daystrom
Measures Out Time
I measure out time,
Until in time,
All is smashed into me.
What am I?
Sand
Everyone Is Doing This Same Thing
Right now everyone in the world, no matter where they are, is doing the exactly same thing. What is it?
Getting older. Sad but true, and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it. If you thought of breathing, it’s not entirely accurate because not everyone takes a breath at the same time. Living is an arguably suitable alternate answer as well.
Think of Person Who Lives in Disguise
First think of a person who lives in disguise, who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies.
Next tell me what’s the last to mend, the middle of middle and the end of end.
Finally give me the sound often heard during the search for a hard to find word.
Now string them together and answer me this, which creature are you unwilling to kiss?
A spider. The person in disguise is a spy, the letter d is the last letter in mend, in the middle of middle and the last letter of end. When someone can’t think of a word they often say, “Err”. And lastly, I don’t know about you, but I’m not keen to kiss a spider.
This one is a duplicate of Deals In Secrets Tells Nothing But Lies but I’m keeping it to avoid broken links.
Sits in the Corner
I sit in a corner and travel around the world. What am I?
A stamp.
This is nearly a duplicate of Lives in the Corner.