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Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
When can someone truthfully tell someone “well done” but think they did a bad job?
What asks but never answers?
Double my number, I'm less than a score. Half of my number is less than four. Add one to my double when bakers are near. Days of the week are still greater, I fear.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?