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I like to twirl my body but keep my head up high. After I go in everything becomes tight
Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly past, for a child, I last forever, for adults, I'm gone too fast.
Although a human shape I wear Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
What is deaf, dumb, and blind, but always tells the truth?
The person who makes me doesn't need me. The person who buys me doesn't use me. The person who uses me doesn't know it. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?