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 ?
It is a Floppy Disk.
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?
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?
Feathers, I am as light, But quite heavy if squeezed tight. I'm seen as clean and pure, but often talked about with dirty terms. What am I?
