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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.
I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher, more wrinkles crawl on to the face. What am I?
Though not a plant I have leaves. though not a beast I have spine. Though many wouldn't need me I am more valuable than wine.
I ask no questions but receive a lot of answers. What am I?
I go around a yard but do not move. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?