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Jun 30, 2008 - 5:51 am
RIDDLE: I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me, even though there is no cause for grief, and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air. What am I? ANSWER: Smoke |