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Tear me off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead. 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. What am I?
I don't live within a house, nor do I live without. Most will use me when they come in, and again when they go out. What am I?
You throw me out when you want to use me, but take me in when you donβt want to use me. What am I?
I'm not alive and yet I grow. Just put me next to where it glows. A favorite in summertime best with friends when combined
I am owned by Old McDonald.