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I plow and plow, but never sow. What am I?
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.
I am a type of animal that hang out in the mist
What has 88 keys, but canβt open a single door?
Lighter than what I am made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk