Until I am measured, I am not known. Yet how you miss me when I have flown. What am I?
Riddle AnswerWhat Am I Riddles
Take One out and Scratch My Head
Comes down but Never Goes up
Look Right Through a Wall
What We Caught, We Threw Away
Two fishermen posed a riddle to the Greek poet Homer: What we caught, we threw away; what we didn’t catch, we kept. What did we keep? Homer could not solve the riddle. Can you solve it?
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