Rinse and repeat, I might become this I may call or write, but I'll never be missed If making a typo, a tool, I become And the fruit of my labor is spread by some

Flakes fall Settled dust Gone with the wind Not of a season, but of a seasoned person

I expand and expand, and slowly I drop. A pin in your hand, and watch me go pop!

A boar without balls A garden tool that carries alls You probably know me as a word with a compounding name I too learned, learned something new with this game.

If my hair was messy I would brush If I have done my business I should definitely flush If I get embarrassed I would likely blush If I am being too loud I should probably