Prison: Stage 7, 11, 14
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| no. | Solve | Word Riddles |
| 1 | A Telephone | A condemned one in fear on my ring shall await, for a word from official may stay his dark fate |
| 2 | A pipe wrench | I'm a plumber's possession of specific type, an iron toothed gripper for tightening pipe |
| 3 | A High Voltage sign | I'm a warning by bolt in a rubicund cone, a sign that accompanies scent of ozone |
| 4 | A water Faucet | When needing a pail full of melted snow, my handle twists left to enable the flow |
| 5 | A painted Gauge | With 'E' and 'F' I show contents of tank, and speed I display adds to racing car's rank |
| 6 | A red Wagon | A lot to carry? Need not worry, throw them on my back if your're in such a hurry |
| 7 | A lounging Tiger | I've a growl like a stomach and a talon's sharp claws, a carnivore built to enforce jungle's laws |
| 8 | A pair of crossed Spears | Like a xylophone's cross we're a mount on the wall, points thrown by the tribe to make animals fall |
| 9 | A carving of a snake | I'm a most striking creature with overlook view, entangling twin spheres of a bloody red hue |
| 10 | The Inverted golden Triangle | I'm the bane of Bermuda and hexagon's slice, three golden and inverted angles precise |
| 11 | A Large metal Fork | I'm a spoon's metal friend on a block's metal plate, perhaps used by a giant the last time he ate |
| 12 | A Life Preserver | I'm a circle of life amidst salty sea's spray, an effort of rescue for one cast away |
| 13 | A letter 'T' | On the third floor chipped between two jails, I'm at the end of 'start' and the beginning of 'tail' |
| 14 | A golden Crown | I'm a circlet passed down to a king's male heir, a gold ring of points that surrounds royal hair |
| 15 | A Guillotine bucket | A post-morten pillow for loosened head's rest, I catch cap of neck through which chopper's egressed |
| 16 | A pair of money bags | That a bank's come up short is of criminal fault; we're dinero in duffels escaped from the vault |
| 17 | A basketball | I'm shot for a one, two or three upon court; at buzzer I'm flung as a team's last resort |
| 18 | A painting Full Sun | I fully appear when the night has gone by, radiant full circle of fire in the sky |
| 19 | An Arrow | I'm the ammo of Cupid on diagonal quest, a sharp pointer facing betwixt north and west |
| 20 | A pair of crossed sai | We're a tool of ninja in stealthy black suit, a crossing of points to mark deep buried loot |
| 21 | A Bicycle | Upon my twin rollers, high speed would speed would you gain, front pushed by the other one's rotating chain |
| 22 | A letter 'U' | In upside "you'll" see me, in 'u'nder I dwell; I'm a shape like a smile or the inverted bell |
| 23 | A Number '3' | I'm the sum of a 12-9 in the rail, the number of men in a musketeer's tale |
| 24 | A cart of Firewood | We're added to hearth when the temperature drops, a mountainous stack of the timber land's crops |
| 25 | A letter 'K' | I'm the figure found leading and ending a 'kick'; without me a night could slay no dragon quick |
| 26 | A Guillotine's Blade | To apex I'm raised with intention to drop; I terminally shorten one's height from the top |
| 27 | A number '8' | A half of four fours I'm a numeral exact, a vertical column of two circles stacked |
| 28 | A Crescent Moon | I'm a cookies new shape when you've taken a bite, an orbiting rock like a smile leaning right |
| 29 | A carving of a Snail | I've a name often used to describe speed of mail. but a letter unlike me leaves no slimy trail |
| 30 | A Baseball | I dwell about mound and fly home for a bit, then out my assailant on capture by mitt |
| 31 | A letter 'A' | A letter in mail and a sixth of debate, I give a 4.0 to a child who's received me in straight |
| 32 | A carved Star | I've 72 degrees in my point to point arcs, an artist's depiction of sky's shining sparks |
| 33 | A peace sign | I sum thoughts of those who oppose warring nation, a protestor's sign from a past generation |
| 34 | A red shield | I'm a ward in hue of the blood swords would draw, in medieval days gripped by a knight's empty paw |
| 35 | A wooden Stockage | I'm a pair of oak jaws with depression for wrist; to bind on display is my functioning's gist |
| 36 | A Globe | To reference the nation to which you are bound, counsult me, the most worldly spheroid around |
| 37 | A Hammer | I'm a carpenter's partner in field of red; to say that I'm swung hits the nail on the head |
| 38 | A painted frog | To give me a smooch you'd be tough to convince, but by royal girl's kiss I turn into a prince |
| 39 | A dumbbell | If it's physical weakness you seek to surpass, when hoisted I add to your muscular mass |
| 40 | A black cat | It's for mice and my owner's affection I yearn; in your path I'll make luck take unfortunate turn |
| 41 | A pair of clay pots | Formations of argil once spun on a wheel, It's assortment of water or goods we conceal |
| 42 | An sideway figure 8 | I'm a curvy formation of one endless line, a side ways fou twos and infinity's sign |
| 43 | A football | I touch down like tornado I rightfully boast; I'm the skin of a pig often kicked betwixt post |
| 44 | A set of roman numberals | An Italian collection with seven eyes first, we're well know to all who're numerically versed |
| 45 | A painting of a horned bird | I'm a cryptozoological critter at large, a feathery freak with a bull's mighty charge |
| 47 | A wooden burning stove | Just feed me some trees for a summer-like wave; with no gas or electri, much money you'll save |
| 48 | A Podium | I stand before those who politick and teach, a keeper of motes during well rehearsed speech |
| 49 | A carved wave design | I represent current at heaviest flow, my name shared with hand saying bye or hello |
| 50 | A painting of Pine tree | In the years final month we're encircled by lights, three decorative firs topped by star on cold nights |
| 51 | A violin | I'm clearly no arrow yet paired with a bow; to play me in solo would be apropos |
| 52 | A metal key design | On each pocketed ring I'm a jingling stick, a design on the door which I'd open right quick |
| 53 | A carved stone fish | I belong not in war yet I'm found in a tank; my baking 'neath sun makes the beaches smell rank |
| 54 | A Skull | I'm noodle of prisoner who's paid highest price, what's left of a victim of guillotine's slice |
| 55 | A rising sun | I'm a beautiful view upon set or on rise, a source of hot rays but at half normal size |
| 56 | A metal cage | I'm a tool for retaining the criminal herds, an iron dome barrel and a home for the birds |
| 57 | A Treble clef | I'm a symbol on staff indicating G's line, a curl amidst notes above stave with bass sign |
| 58 | A ball & Chain | An ankle's iron bracelet and corpulent weight, I strongly encumber a prisoner's gait |
| 59 | A perching owl | The most famous of all creatures hooting and wise, I'm a hunter in darkness by nocturnal eyes |
| 60 | A letter 'B' | I'm twins in the abbey and absent from hand, a second to A's and the leader of band |
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