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My days are numbered. What am I?
Lighter than what I am made of. More of me is hidden than seen. What am I?
I plow and plow but never sow.
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 roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?