Anonymous Americas

(1000-1950 / United States)

A Riddle - Poem by Anonymous Americas

Legs I have got, yet seldom do I walk;
I backbite many, yet I never talk:
In secret places most I seek to hide me,
For he who feeds me never can abide me.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 5, 2010

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