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I am not a toy though many use me for pleasure. I have a butt but I cannot poo.
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 am always around you but often forgotten. I am pure and clean most of the time, but occasionally rotten. What am I?
I went into the woods and got it. I sat down to seek it. I brought it home with me because I couldn’t find it. What is it?
I'm a precious stone in a pack of cards. What am I?
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.