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A trail, a union, together tied. Come across me and you will find you cannot change the course I'm on. Without me you cannot travel on. 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. What am I?
First you see me in the grass dressed in yellow gay; next I am in dainty white, then I fly away. What am I?
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
Who is your mother's only sister's son's brother's aunt's daughter's sister's father?
Written on with words of white, Has the color of the night, Is the teacher's best delight, And a student's daily fright