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Every night I'm told what to do and each morning I do what I'm told. But I still don't escape your scold
People walk in and out of me. They push me and I follow. When they walk out on me I close up and I stay waiting for the next person to walk into my life when I have a more open mind
I come in different colors and shapes. Some parts of me are curvy some are straight. You can put me anywhere you like but there is only one right place for me.
What can you catch but not throw?
With three leaves, I am just a plant. Add another leaf and everyone will want me for good luck. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?