Play a game with me about riddles?
These riddles six have I written thee in hope that you should see how the game is played: If fair these riddles be, then answers will you give to me. If not, no answer will be given for me to see; and there the end of this unfair game for you will be. If it is another riddle you seek from me and you have an answer for me, you can reach me here by writing me: DominickBeckham@gmail.com.
These riddles six from our senses do take their meaning. As you see, a hint is given to thee: there is a riddle for sight, for taste, a riddle for sound, for smell, a riddle for touch, and finally, one riddle that is about the mind.
Sight
You see me being set down in the streets and once in a while I will be picked up to join others like me—alone I was thought harmless and together we formidable foes threaten to bury you all in what you created and consider useless now.
Taste
I come in without notice. But now you notice me well and would wish me good riddance, only in me and without me can you recognize this truely important condition in life. While I am here you will not taste much but what I give you. When I finally do leave you remember me and keep a watch out for me but, even though they look alot like me, do not lock my family out.
Sound
Duck's quacks do not call me but children's laughter brings me close by. In the mountains, high, waits I and in the depths of caves and grotoes you might hear my cry—but know this: I need lots of room for something that never took any space.
Smell
Some would say that I am responsible: love here, fist fights there; among you I hang about—special to each who take me in. Those who let me out usually do not know: every one who took me in and was affected was all unaware of my presence there.
Touch
With out me a blind man would die; with out me, even those who are not blind may cry. I am given after short visits by friends, acquaintances, even amongst enemies (though soon they may no longer be so). Between two men, between two women, and amongst men and women. I am not simply given out of some obligation, some sense of camaraderie—you will know when I am there—you will feel me.
Mind
Resting, at least a few do spy me, and I – after I see them awaking, do quickly flee. More than the day and less than your life—here am I, in the night. I give you wonder, I give you something to chase after in your life. I belong to you but others have me too—and some even have these even greater than do you.


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