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You can spin, wheel and twist. But this thing can turn without moving.
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
I usually wear a yellow coat. I usually have a dark head. I make marks wherever I go.
What does no man want, yet no man want to lose?
What is the heart of many risks, has a heart, but is not a living being?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?