Riddle me this
This simple verse
I write as aid
For those who curse
The clues I've laid.
The tellers ate;
Two sonnets' lines
Will separate
A thousand's signs.
There hides a name
(not all, but much),
Though now the game
Must stay as such!
21 October 2006
Enigmatic
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We aim to please ;oP
Mephisto loves riddles.
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