I went to the wood and got it, I sat me down and looked at it, The more I looked at it, the less I liked it, And brought it home because I couldn't help it. I went to the wood and I got it; I sat me down, and I sought it; I kept it still against my will, And so by force home I brought it. An old riddle, that Homer is said to have been distressed at being unable to solve. Solution: A thorn.

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