Riddle
I am not a wheel or ball
But if you toss me, I may roll.
A thousand layers I posses
With core of colored cardboard crest.
My purpose is to cleanse the filth,
My value shan't solicit wealth,
My quantity is well dispersed,
My absence nearly always cursed.
What am I?
Copyright © Gael Attal | Year Posted 2010
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