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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 has no beginning, end, or middle?
You use a knife to slice my head but you weep beside me when I am dead
hide me from your parents if you have done bad academically this year.
Where did the baseball keep its lemonade?
It's what light turns into in the night