You write on me and when told to I can keep secrets.
In places never seen. I spin like a top.
But if you don’t take care of me I am lost.
What am I?
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You write on me and secrets I can keep. In places never seen. I spin like a top. Though stiff as a board, I’m often described like a mop. What am I ?
I am black as night but filled with light. I can be seen, even through a screen. I hold many secrets, waiting for them to be discovered. What am I?
Peacefully rest, on a tree or the floor, In certain countries, I'm left at the door, If you've never seen me, you're poor or you're blind, The very best of me, come from a behind. What am I?
