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I have a head, tail, but no arms and legs. 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 cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me, only when he last closes his eyes.
Iām tall when Iām young. Iām short when Iām old. I can light up your world. What am I?
I have a frame but no picture. I have poles but not standing up
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.