Friday, October 14, 2011

Beowulf Riddle

Waiting, not being able to wander on all fours,
My mobility depends on my warm-blooded user.
Sometimes I’m padded with plush,
Sometimes I’m as plain and hard like permanent-earth
I occasionally have a nice paper-ancestor finish
And I facilitate the limbs of folks.

Looking upon me is a complicated contradiction.
What you see is neither fake nor created.
When you focus you can see through,
But so can others see you. 

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