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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 between earth and heaven. What am I?
I have a lot to say but can't be heard because I can't speak one single word. What am I?
What can travel around the world while staying in a corner?
We are little airy creatures all of different voice and features one of us in glass is set. One of us you'll find in jet. Another you may see in tin. And the fourth a box within. If the fifth you should pursue it can never fly from you.
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.