I am a plateau, holding forty-two sheep.

The sheep are held in six sets of seven. The first, third, fourth, fifth and seventh sheep are black. The remaining two are white.

Someone using me to my full potential can even cause people to cry.

What am I?

This riddle should strike a chord with people with similar interests as me. I write this with plenty of strings attached.

Standin on your mama's porch
You told me that you'd wait forever
Oh and when you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life

Could be a harp or a guitar, but I'm thinking guitar.

To me, harp makes me think Guinness which makes me smile; whereas guitar makes me think of countless songs, some of which bring tear to eye.  But that's just me.

And now the times are changin'
Look at everything that's come and gone
Somethimes when I play that old six-string
I think about you wonder what went wrong

Posted by Larry on 2006-06-24 00:30:14