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Everyone has me and no one can lose me. 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.
Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
Upon your lonely journey I accompany you, whether you travel through endless mountains or seas of blue. Wherever you go, I keep your place. Lost you're not, when I'm embraced. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.