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I need to be taken before you can have me. What am I?
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 move without wings Between silken string I leave as you find My substance behind.
Without a bridle or a saddle across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride by help of me though almost blind are made to see.
You can drop me from the tallest building and I’ll be fine, but if you drop me in water I die. What am I?
What language does a billboard speak?