NANFA-L-- Tate's Hell Riddles
Sat, 5 Nov 2005 09:57:08 EST

chip and i came up with these riddle poems for the tate's hell challenge.
this was the trip i recently hosted to the florida panhandle.
if you can correctly id all 5 i will send you something in a few weeks.
send me your answers... _prizma-in-aol.com_ ( .
obviously dont post them to the list!

next saturday i will post the winners and the correct answers.

I live in the roots and tangles where i began,
I was as most then a pore was rearranged.
Now im ready to start life anew,
And into these tangles i will spit and spew.

I live in the water and reach to the sky,
My knees are dirty but are usually quite dry.
My color is spring green but when the sun swings low,
I lose all that help me grow.

Oh tired and weary little traveler,
Here is a friend or so they call her.
A sunlit vessel with dangers hidden,
Inside sweet nectar that is forbidden.
Just climb into my peaceful bell,
And of your flesh I will feed so well.

Inside a castle is my home,
Although the walls are not made of stone.
A hole I live in to retire,
>From the raging wind of fire.
Slow and steady is my creed,
I don't have to be fast to have my needs.

Submerged in the sea do I dwell,
Other times a breeze can dry me well.
I live my life in a bed,
Among my kind though we will never wed.
A boring life one without feet,
Finally to be presented-in-a feast.
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