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In my yard there's a bed with no pillows a trunk with no clothes a branch with no leaves. What am I looking at?
The faster you run the harder it is to catch me
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 can fall off a building and live but in water I will die.
I am merry creature in pleasant time of year as in but certain seasons I sing that you can hear; And yet I'm made a by-word A very perfect mock; Compared to foolish persons And silliest of all folk.
Though not a plant, has leaves. Though not a beast, has spine. Though many wouldn't need this thing, It's more valuable than wine.