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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 am the place to turn when nature calls.
I fly to any foreign parts assisted by my spreading wings. My body holds an hundred hearts Nay I will tell you stranger things when I am not in haste I ride and then I mend my pace anon.
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken. What am I?
I am a creature with a βtightβ name.
Brings the sky a lot closer.