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You throw me out when you use me and take me in when you are done. What am I?
Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
Only one color, but not one size, stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain, doing no harm, and feeling no pain. What am I?
I am wood that is neither hard straight or crooked
What's orange and sounds like a parrot?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.