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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?
What has a head and a tail but no body?
When the clock has no angle, I will own yesterday, tomorrow and tonight. What am I?
Sometimes I fly as fast as the speed of light. Sometime I crawl as slow as a snail. Unknown until I am measured but you will certainly miss me when Iām gone.
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.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.