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My first half is normally made of stone, my second is crazy, and I taste sweet when complete.
We travel much, yet prisoners are, and close confined to boot. Yet with any horse, we will keep the pace, and will always go on foot.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?
Who lives in a house with one bedroom, 50 hallways, and ghosts lurking everywhere?
My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?